Friday, December 29, 2006

Free time, ahoy.

I'm not even sure why I got up at 9:30 today, as I had nothing particularly pressing to accomplish, other than spending time alone without my family. It's not that I don't like my family — quite to the contrary, actually. I really do enjoy spending time with them, and the thing to which I look forward the most at Christmas is getting together with all my assorted aunts and uncles, one of whom has a near-pathological (yet hilarious) addiction to lemon merangue pie.

Since moving to Kingston in the summer of '04, and hence beginning my "no more housemates, ever, until I eventually start shacking up with a ladyfriend" streak, I've really come to value long stretches of time when I don't have to interact with anyone in any way. It may mean an hour diddling around on Wikipedia trying to figure out when all the Bill Brasky sketches appeared on SNL and eventually ending up, as I usually do, reading about pre-Norman-Conquest England. Or it might mean a good long while spent on my couch, underneath a blanket, reading the latest Rolling Stone cover to cover. Or it could involve tuning my newly-acquired acoustic guitar down to something really bizarre and attempting to figure out the guitar tab to Led Zeppelin's "Rain Song". (Seriously, that is one messed-up tuning.)

What makes the next few days all that much sweeter is that I don't have anything looming over my head, e.g. my now-completed thesis, getting up at an ungodly hour to go to work the next morning, or any other real commitments to speak of (aside from perhaps the Khaki Snack show at Lee's Palace on December 30th — seriously, dude, that's gonna kick a ton of ass).

The moral of the story is that, over the past couple of years, I've really come to appreciate the value of free time. If I'm going to make a New Year's resolution, which I probably won't, it will be along the lines of, "Work smarter so you can have more time to yourself." Instead of leaving all my marking to Sunday night at 10:30, I should try to polish it off over some kickass bagels and coffee on Saturday morning instead. That way, I can actually enjoy my weekend, rather than having to think about all those goddamn labs and assignments and assorted shit for two straight days.

So, in conclusion: Khaki Snack, Lee's Palace, December 30th. I expect to see all you assholes there.

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