Here's what my week's like:
Sunday - work at club until 2:30 a.m. (total aside: someone at this gay club night requested VNV. I was tickled.)
Monday - work, then bed early, since I had to be at work by 8.
Tuesday - work, then Mr. and Mrs. Smith with J.
Wednesday - work, then Batman Beyond (or something else) with D.
Thursday - work, then movie? and bar? with A.
Friday - work, then W.K.'s birthday celebration.
Saturday - weekly get-together and gaming.
Sunday - leave for conference.
Lather, rinse, repeat. Sunday through Tuesday conference. Tuesday night with J, before J leaves for another conference. Wednesday night with an hour's worth of learning chainmaking, and the rest with D. Thursday night with D (possibly A?--I hate leaving A out of a week at this point, but what time do I have?). Friday night gathering for game. Saturday with J, then weekly get-together and gaming. Sunday with J and D, then working at club until 2:30 a.m. Lather, rinse, repeat.
No wonder I feel like I have no time. Anything I really want to do usually gets worked into my lunch hour (including, today, running to the post office to send off Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab samples).
There's so much I want to learn/relearn/advance my knowledge of: chainmaking, wirewrapping, HTML, Dreamweaver, ColdFusion, Javascript, Flash, perfumery/aromatherapy, t'ai chi, jiu-jitsu (hell,
Capoeira and
parkour, if I'm dreaming here)--plus so much I need to do to keep my health/sanity: get a good 8 hours of sleep a night, exercise more, have time to unwind and general time to myself--plus so much I just need to do in general: the usual chores, bills, keeping up with my magazines, plan and run the game I so foolishly re-started, etc.
I'm struggling here. But I'm not unhappy, either. Just often-frustrated.
edit: I find it interesting that writing didn't make that list at all, upon second glance at it. Not sure if that means it's a given, or that I've given up on it for awhile.