Sunday: work eight hours, go see Conan's [awesome] LA show, bring work to read during intermission, and go back to work for a few more hours after the show... = work-life balance?
I was about to write "still figuring things out," but then I thought... is there ever a point in life where I won't be figuring things out?
Can't complain.
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Looking through the recent posts, my emo train is full steam ahead.
