I am and it's no fun.
It doesn't help that I've been self-employed for the last eight years and my business (which never made a lot of money anyway) died along with the economy. I don't qualify for unemployment and have sent out at least 150 resumés with only two interviews and no job offers. I think prospective employers view my self-employed years as a huge gap in my employment history, plus there are dozens of other people applying for the same jobs and, finally, I'm 53 years old when everyone wants younger workers.
I just got divorced, my bitch-whore ex-wife has taken everything from me while dropping $56,000 of debt in my lap, and I have two weeks to get out. In short... I'm completely and totally fucked. Once I'm out of here I won't have a place to plug my computer in to do the little bit of work that still comes in.
I've been selling some of my books to raise money (which is generally gone as quickly as it comes in) but much of the best stuff is gone and not too many people have extra money for that sort of thing right now. It looks like I'll probably have to sell the remainder of my books to a dealer at 35-40% of their value. I've got a ton of accumulated stuff... books, artwork, records, personal belongings... and nowhere to put it except the curb.
I keep hoping that I'll just die in my sleep.