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I sometimes feel stuck in a cycle: car, lee hill, car, home, car, lee hill, car, etc. The routine of having obligations is satisfying to me, but is it my own satisfaction or a societal standard to manage my time well? I get a glimpse of my partner when I wake up and the next is 12 hours later when I fall onto the couch. When I’m not busy, what do I do with one hour before the next thing? I sit and spin, do a crossword, pace back and forth, skip all my songs because nothing is playing quite like it should. I snack and snack and snack. When we hangout between our obligations, we have a choice between the room nicknamed “the bunker” or the photo lab. Either way, there are no windows, so time passes slowly and fluctuates.
