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So why am I doing this?

I'm not sure. I'm very busy.

Maybe I'm just keeping busy.

I don't know.

I'm too busy to think about it.

Which is good.

If a little stressfull.

Story of my. Fucking. Life.

I'm actually getting used to it at this stage.

You rage against it in your twenties, don't you.

Your being.

I wonder why we do that?

Then once you get busy, you start to see it in perspective.

That it's innate. And not necessarily bad.

You just have to learn to manage it.

And then you get really busy and stop caring.

Whether it's kids, or work, or someone else, or maybe just yourself (and some people do make a lot of money just thinking about themselves all day).

You just start trying to get some downtime.

I could go on. But I hope you get my drift.

Anyway, I met Aaron at the convention. He was upset because nobody wanted to vote for his motion to nationalise the power grid. Which is full of expensive belching smoke stacks. And crappy supply. That charges aul' ones through the nose. But he was also pissed off because he had to go and sell his labour in Banff for the summer.

I thought he was joking when he said that. I'd love to sell my labour in Banff for the summer. But then I thought about it. He'll be in some hotel, with some crappy Albertan manager shouting at him. For minimum wage. For six months.

I was so close to voting for his motion I had to remove myself from the convention and go home to bed.

It had been a rough night anyway the night before.

The magii had had a party. Filled the back of William's pick up with beer. For the troops. And held a frat party in the university residence.

It was great fun.

I think that's why I'm doing it. They're such lovely people.

And they are really smart.

But they know how to enjoy themselves. They know how to get on with each other.

I am learning a lot.