#NoPantsAllDreams

Based on my lack of ascerbic, rage-fueled fuckrants over the past year, I think it's safe to say that my job was what was making me such an asshole.
The job which I left almost exactly a year ago today.
While I sure do hate having nothing to blog about, I'm totally okay with the fact that I am much happier since having left said job. Sure, misery is a great motivator, but, it also sucks. That's why it's called "misery" and not "puppies".

In the past year, I've had a whole bunch of acting stuff happen*, plus, I started working with and writing for and acting in Our Bar, that monthly original sketch theater-in-a-bar thing I mentioned before but that you didn't read about.
I'll admit that I'm not doing nearly as much stuff as I thought I'd be doing and, hopefully, I'll correct my deviant, pantsless behavior soon, although I wouldn't hold my breath.
Have I mentioned how often I am pantsless these days? It is absolutely glorious and, no, I don't think it adds to or subtracts from my daily productivity. I think I'm happier without pants. And a happy Paul is a productive Paul.
Or a sleepy Paul.

There's been a music video, some short films, some web series in various states of completion, a lot of writing, some music making, a lot of concerts and seeing friends and things and stuff...
Hm.
You know what?
Pants or no**, I'm not going to ramble on about how awesome it is to do what you were made to do and receive money for it, because you're either doing it and you know what I mean, or you're not doing it and this is making you sad.
Don't be sad.
Just take off your pants.
And smile.





* You can check out my web site if you go fuck yourself none of you are going to check out my web site.

** No.