Reading on is a big waste of time (you can’t say I didn’t warn you)

Living in my parents’ house as a college grad isn’t as bad as its negative connotation. In many ways, it’s been even better than my experience living at college or on my own over the past few summers: rent-free, mostly free food, free HD television, no cleaning up after the dog in the yard, etc. At about seven weeks now, this has been the longest span I’ve spent at home since the summer between my freshman and sophomore years.

Really, I just miss living with and amongst people my own age, people who have similar habits when it comes to socializing, bedtimes, video game-playing and television-watching. My parents generally don’t care what I do or where at this point, but the tip-toeing in at 2 a.m. just isn’t for me. Throw a puppy in the mix, and the fact that he needs puppysitting (and guess who gets to do that?) when I’m not around for an extended period, and I feel like even more of a burden.

All this has been a roundabout way of getting to this: I need a job, and (maybe more importantly) I need a place of my own, for the sake of my sanity. I’m wearing out my welcome (both mine and theirs) at home, and it’s getting to be about that time. And yes, this post is a direct effect of it being Thursday and of having just talked to Andy, who’s at Bonas tonight and probably painting The OP red at this point. I’m way past a lot of the college experience, especially the schoolwork and going to class portions, but I keep holding onto these memories of everyone sitting around our living room every Thursday night for “The Office,” “30 Rock” and “Sunny.” I feel like I’m in some sort of purgatory right now, between chapters of life, and the maddening thing is not knowing how long I’m stuck here.

My apologies to anyone who’s stayed with me to this point. This has been a Thursday night funk; now back to our regular programming.