Argh...

I'm getting ready to go to work.
Yes, I've been laid off, but I have to work through the end of the month.  Really wish they would have just waited and told me on the 30th.  This seems like a long, lingering death.  One of those melodramatic scenes where the hero twitches and gasps and flops around.  The patterns my life has fallen into are slowly and agonizingly shredding.
I can't start new ones and I can't cut the old ones loose.  I'm feeling like a limbo walker.  I'm there, but I'm not a part of it anymore...
My new goal is to write something everyday.  So far I'm doing pretty good.