Inconvenience

First of all, I am a terrible human being. As my husband likes to call me, I am Trash Trash. I used to think of myself as Murphy, Grand High Trash Lord. But I've spent too much to me banging my head against walls. I'm thinking about embroidering it on a dice bag. Or possibly a purse.
You know, embrace the image you have. All that jazz.
SO. GERMANY.
I currently reside half an hour or outside of Regensberg, or if that's not explanation, it's kinda close to Munich. WOO BAVARIA. You are the Texas of Germany.
I'm not necessarily opposed to living in the Texas of Germany. But I never liked spending time in regular Texas. Throw in a distinct lack of jobs for English speakers and my... let's call them skills, shall we?-- and I am looking at three years of unemployment.
There are worse things I guess? I'm attempting the whole stable-mental-health thing that the kids are doing these days. It should make me more regular about updates I guess? I'm super fucked up, guys.
Now, I hope you all realise that as writer, I'm also a pretty voracious reader. And sometimes I read shit and cannot shut up about it. This is not one of those times, but I am going to reference one of those times I have had previously. Jen Lancaster is one of my favorite memiorists (if that's a thing). and it was during one of these books that Jen was 'laid off' and took the time to invest in her writing. And now, the time has come for me to do the same thing.

Cheers darlings,
Murphy