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» with the stars I can honestly say that I've never been this busy in my life. The last two weeks have been draining both professionally and socially. Apparently someone discovered that I've been promoted to management and need to be pestered with some inane task at least once an hour. Socially, since Red's arrival I've been dragged to more bars and bowling alleys and clubs in the last three weeks than I frquented in the previous two years combined. I'm having fun I guess. Going out and drinking on Tuesdays, working out on Wednesdays, writing with a partner on Thursdays, Friday anything goes. Weekends are suddenly first-come first-served in my social calendar. Monday is the only day I had off this week and I spent it talking to G on the phone and I'm not even going to go into that here. I think I like this now. I think I will get tired of this very soon. I think that I'd like to be reading more and shopping more and trying my hand at painting (thanks to the advice of a fabulous person), and most importantly, I want more time to contemplate. I don't care what I contemplate. I can cogitate under any circumstances. I never feel bored and frankly, I don't understand people who get bored (except maybe at work). Just the other day I was waiting for a train and I overheard two women talking behind me. One was telling the other about her boyfriend and how he likes to go to the ocean "just to stare at it." She found this boring. Maybe I've got this all wrong. Maybe I never get bored because it's ME that's boring.
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