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Something happened to that 9-to-5-and-then-what? life I lead for about a week. Now it's 9-to-7-and-freelance-stuff-all-night-and-every-morning. Still no social life apart from boyfriend and co-workers - although I'm going to have to add I have the best boyfriend and the best co-workers, so I'm not sure if I even care. I also have the best job. I powder the noses of rock stars and eat Chinese with record company giants. It's cool.
I refuse to become one of those people who complain about how busy they are. I honestly have nothing to complain about. As soon as I do, something will change. Now all's good.
Well, one thing. I tried to carry a piano from one end of a studio to another. Now I have my back has to take a break from my exercise routine. Not cool. How do I not exercise?
I refuse to become one of those people who complain about how busy they are. I honestly have nothing to complain about. As soon as I do, something will change. Now all's good.
Well, one thing. I tried to carry a piano from one end of a studio to another. Now I have my back has to take a break from my exercise routine. Not cool. How do I not exercise?