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My life for the past weeks has consisted of the following things:

I began what was quite an interesting day waking up at 8:47 and wondering just exactly what time it was. 8:47 was apparently not enough of a reference point, and was certain alien when compared to the likes of the "7:30" that I had set my alarm for. I stumbled out of bed anyway, donned some ostensibly business-like garb and set out for the bus, which thankfully arrived on Ferry St. shortly after I did. I sat next to an odd fellow this morning; Long hair, beard, and an "Independent" backpack with a button that I liked very much. It read: "The problem isn't Bush" in small letters circling the top, and in large letters on a white banner "It's Capitalism!".

My time management lately has been impeccable. I've been going to work via bus, which requires quite the strategic outlook as far as schedules are concerned. I've been working 10 hour days and am still technically without a contract (although continually assured that the paper work is at its last stage, however many steps that might be from me), leaving myself both time and money to go to a myriad of new york city concerts. And yet, with all of this activity, I still have no time to do the things that I want to do besides these things; one of the continual victims is sleep.