I'm unemployed for the first time since May 2004. It's deliberate, and I've been planning on it for three years, but it's a strange feeling.

I'm not going to earn a paycheck for a year. I haven't gone that long since 1999, when I was studying in Europe. It's a weird thought. I know I'm luckier than some, people who have lost their jobs, or can't work, and in my case it's purely by choice, but somehow it feels like I'm not being a proper adult, walking away from all my responsibilities.

Except I don't have any. No responsibilities. No car payments, no mortgage, no student loans or credit card debt or alimony. No Clipper payments. Only my cell-- sorry, mobile phone, bill, and $7.99 a month for netflix. The mobile is going away in July (so if you want to chat before then and get your mid-atlantic accent fix, do it before 15th July), and I doubt the boats have decent enough wifi for me to stream any more episodes of Spartacus, so those'll be gone too before long.