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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Free Time

What is free time? Honestly.

Every square inch of my life seems taken up by some kind of activity. Is it ever ok to just do nothing? I've planned nothing-ness times on the weekends, only because I know the spot will be filled by Friday evening. Like this weekend.

Knowing I have a stag/stagette to attend on Friday, I have chosen to book nothing-ness time on Saturday morning. In the event that Dom Perignon or one of his friends decides to play a major role in the festivities, I have time booked to deal with the aftermath. Though after more recent wine soaked blogs, I may pass on that.

Besides, Jose is a much better friend than Dom at a Stagette!

Was asked to go play ball tonight and I was more than happy to say no because I was having difficulties finding a babysitter. It's hard enough to schedule my time without cramming another activity in there. Next year I may play ball, but this year I appear to be the we-can't-find-another-girl-to-play girl.

Ok, I need to return to my office-cleaning. Transforming the 'tiny' office into 'my sanctuary' while resisting the urge to just chuck it all in the closet and slam the door.
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