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growler_southI'm busy, almost all of the time. Take today for instance: clearing out the garage for the open home tomorrow, meeting with Ian to discuss the set design for his upcoming one-man play, washing and polishing the BMW and arranging to meet the purchaser for the actual handover, buying stock for the bar, running Paul through the latest spreadsheet, laundry, tidying room- and that's before 3pm.
I dont usually notice all this busyness it as it keeps me distracted from... fuckit, lets be honest, keeps me distracted from the lack of substance in my life. The last week or so, however, I've found myself seeing my busyness through Brian's somewhat incredulous eyes.
I really *do* fill my days with a whole bunch o crap, and I'm not sure I want to do it quite so much any more. Call it a rediscovery of priorities. Or priority. Pleasant imaginings of settling down a little.
I dont usually notice all this busyness it as it keeps me distracted from... fuckit, lets be honest, keeps me distracted from the lack of substance in my life. The last week or so, however, I've found myself seeing my busyness through Brian's somewhat incredulous eyes.
I really *do* fill my days with a whole bunch o crap, and I'm not sure I want to do it quite so much any more. Call it a rediscovery of priorities. Or priority. Pleasant imaginings of settling down a little.
