Word of advice: If you’re going to cut your own hair to save money, get a pair of real scissors — like the ones they use at Supercuts or wherever. Using these is a bad idea.

Big task ahead for me today. I was rebuilding my iTunes library last night when I realized that some songs were listed twice, sometimes three times.

I’m not sure how this happened. As much as Christoper Moltisanti loved “The Departed” soundtrack, I don’t need three versions of Roy Buchanan’s “Sweet Dreams” to come up on shuffle. You know it’s a problem when the freaking Postal Service is doubled up.

I’m not sure how many other albums are like this, but I’ll probably free up a lot of disk space when all is said and done.

Now to work.

I wanted to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch today.

But I was out of jelly.

So I decided to make a peanut butter and fluff sandwich for lunch today.

But I was out of marshmallow fluff.

So I settled for a peanut butter and peanut butter sandwich.

And as the Genius taught me, the trick is putting peanut butter on both sides of the bread.

Delicious.

You’re not missing anything. This is the first post.

Last Tuesday, the owner of the company I worked at informed me that he was restructuring the business and that my services were no longer needed. I drove in to work just to be told to turn around and go home.

Today, I woke up at 1:30 in the afternoon, threw on my flip-flops, walked across the street and reached into my mailbox to grab this week’s issue of “Sports Illustrated.” Except the magazine wasn’t there. 

That’s because SI is delivered on Thursdays. Today is Wednesday. No wonder retired people go senile.

I told this story to a friend and he suggested that I document my life of unemployment. Sold.

Every day, until I find a new job, you’ll find the highlight of my day in this space.

Had I started this page 10 hours earlier, I would have shared a picture of my empty mailbox with you. Instead, here’s a photo of some loser’s replica mailbox of Mailbox from “Blue’s Clues.”