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[24 Nov 2004|11:18am] |
"WHAT HAVE I DONE?" he asks, as 30 looms.
I bumped into a guy I know on the bus last night. I was leaving work at 7:30, which is neither late nor early for me. We chatted about our mutual friend and I said, "Man I need to call him back, I haven't seen him in a couple weeks. Not since you came out drinking with us."
And he said, "That was, like, two months ago."
"No way. Three weeks, tops."
"No. Two months."
But when I get home from work the last thing I want to do is go out bar-hopping. Especially when it's cold, windy, and black. And on the weekends I feel compelled to sleep in, watch movies, and hack. Lately I try to "make room" for playing Half Life 2 or, God forbid, reading. Nowhere do people fit into this equation.
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