The Inaguration, Metamucil, Beer, Freelancing and Depends

What a fascinating day! Inauguration 2009! Wow! New President... New Day... New Hope. Cool stuff but nothing to do with what's on Skully's mind. Seems that a number of my friends have found themselves in the position of becoming freelancers. Quite honestly, Skully envies them. Well, not the lack of start-up income -- the simple joy of having the word "free" in their job title. Somehow it seems empowering. But that's not my point either.

Must be that Skully is moving from the "how's it going years" to the "how it was years" because he is looking at some comments from his freelancing pals who find themselves motivated (terrified) by the notion of ending up living with their parents. Well kiddies, YOU think YOU are scared? What about those parents that are thinking, "Crap, the brat may have to move back home! Their little sanctuary room has already become my home theater. Geez, the only reason I can have my home theater is BECAUSE they moved out! Now I might have to take them back? I don't freakin think so!"

I know, there is the benefit of their being able to make the beer run but now you're gonna have to worry about whether your robe is closed. Now you're going to have to clean up after them again. Now you're gonna have to move the beer in the fridge to make room for tofu or some other non-edible crap.

They're going to want to watch Friends when you're used to Green Acres reruns. And to top it all off, they're going to laugh at your breakfast prunes and mid-day Metamucil cocktail.

Then again, they can make the beer run. Maybe it aint so bad after all. I suppose in the end, it Depends on who's diaper is changed last.