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So That Was a Sixteen-Hour Day

July 23, 2009 11:55 PM

omeone asked me how I've been today. I responded by saying "busy" in an annoyed and frustrated tone of voice. Between work, other obligations, and band practice, I had almost no time to myself today. In fact, I was running around so much that I didn't eat a bite of food until about 7:30 this evening, not counting some extremely disappointing beef jerky I got from a gas station (there is a brand of beef jerky that's good--what brand is that?).

But, anyway, I said that I was busy in an annoyed and frustrated voice. But I wasn't annoyed or frustrated. Being busy is good. Being busy means that I've got lots of work to do, and that means I can pay my bills. Plus I like the work I do--I got a lot of satisfaction out of what I accomplished today.

Still, I haven't been getting enough sleep. Or general down time. I mean, I have, but I haven't. I couldn't handle being unemployed and having absolutely nothing to do all day. As much as I used to like doing it, sitting around watching TV all day for days on end just doesn't sound appealing to me.

So, yeah, given the choice, I'd rather be busy than not. I'd rather be overworked than unemployed. And I'd rather be tired than bored. But that doesn't mean that I'm not going to sleep in like a motherfucker on Saturday.


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