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2006-09-22 - 3:53 p.m. My week is a paycheck. I get so many hours per week and how I spend them is up to me. Or is it? Work is like the tax man. You have to put in this many hours. End of story. Sleep ends up being like your mortgage/rent, utility bills, and car payment. You could skip paying these, but you wouldn't like the consequences. My remaining time seems to just dribble away like a handful of water. Gotta do this. Poof, there goes two hours. We have to go to these two birthday parties. Poof, there goes a couple hours each (at least). Something's gotta give.
You know, 'cause it's time to go. 
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