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It's been all work and no play for a while now, which is a good change. On one side, I'm earning money. On the other hand, I'm spending less by not having the time to go out, and probably smoking less too.

It is also very refreshing to spend some time with myself and concentrate on a project rather than living day by day and randomly spamming CVs around the web as a lame excuse for a jobsearch.

Why am I convinced then that my perfect match might be out there this weekend (and only this weekend, mind you, before retreating to a lifetime of bitter loneliness and isolation not having found his twin soul) and that I am going to miss him?