What I don't like about being busy is that I feel like my house is a hotel. I have half unpacked suitcases from my last few trips lying around the house. I never cook any more, and if C. doesn't take care of the cleaning up and laundry it just doesn't happen. I don't like having to rely on him for that because I know he doesn't like doing it any more than I do. I barely have time to see him let alone see my friends. I get to watch some TV, but haven't been to a movie, a play, or a museum in weeks.
In other news, I'm extremely excited that my very closest friend is moving back to New York soon, and I really can't wait for her to be here. I hope I have time to see her.