I constantly have way too much to do. It forgets with you, but it's good.
Weekends are usually spent at the university's pool with friends, or in our hot tub. Or driving around aimlessly with people in search of food. Sometimes with a friend at the studio or her house recording random stuff.
Alcohol often finds its way in too.
Weekdays are spent with a serious loving lack of sleep, working on call, and working on side projects with a friend, working with another friend that runs a hosting company in its infancy. Besides that there are a lot of trips to Tim Horton's, and I spend more on sausage and egg on an English muffin than gas.
Soon going to have to fit school in too. :(
But all in all I love it. I love just going and going. I can stay up 36 hours straight just doing things and hardly be done by the end. It's all about persistence and telling yourself to forget off because your body is a cunt. I have a passionate hate for people that are actually lazy and not willing to do things, or people looking for a quiet boring life. I see waste of time written all over them. There's too much in the world to do to be content with a day job and the same stuffty house for 40 years.