Summer of Love
That summer all I did was work. While it seemed like everyone around me was immersed in cohabitation and cooking dinners for two I allotted my week out carefully in terms of hours. There were 56 for sleeping, 45 for ecology research, (168) 17 for night classes, 10 for running, and 10 for practicing violin. I had 20 hours left to spend primping and eating, performing miscellaneous tasks and meeting friends. I had no voids to fill.