Ok, so I've done the math, and provided that I don't

a.)  eat

b.) drive my car

c.) stay in school

I can actually afford to live on my own!  Sweet huh?  I suppose I'll be taking home the candy that people have on their desks at work for dinner.  I usually stay late anyway, so at least they won't see me stealing it.  And if I wake up two hours early, I should be able to walk to work on time negating the need for me to buy gas or pay insurance!  Double sweet! 

At least I can starve to death in privacy now.  You know, with my dignity still intact.

I was just put on hold when I called my doctor's office.  Normal, except that they were playing that cover of Hotel California from the Big Lebowski by the Gipsy Kings.  Which made it hard for me not to laugh, since I've seen it about a billion times.  So as I was laughing, the receptionist came back on.  I'm sure they all think I'm on the verge of cracking up now.  Mainly because I tried to explain to her by referencing the movie.  Which she, of course, didn't get.  Which, in turn, made me feel like an asshole of epic proportions. 

So it goes.