I have no plans for the weekend.
Actually, that's a big lie, because now I have post-work sushi plans.
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And now I have an appointment to get my hair cut (finally).
But still, compared with last weekend's carefully planned out to the minute schedule juggling, that's no plans at all. So technically, this means I should have lots of time to do some of the house-y things I've been putting off for ages, right? Things like cleaning the fans and the fridge?
Or possibly it just means that I'll have more time to become bonded with my chair and my books.
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On a completely unrelated note, it struck me today that I have friends, people I actually see on a semi-regular basis, whose phone numbers I've never known. And I have friends who've moved away whose addresses I don't have. We communicate entirely through email or Messenger. One day this will be the cause of much frustration, I'm sure.