Some friends of mine used to tell me back in the day - I'm sorry, I can't find time, I'm rather busy at work, social life went bananas long time ago, etc. I never understood it, really: even though I was employed before, it wasn't that busy. Well. Three days later and I can say - not it is that busy. And I'm not complaining, mind you. Not yet, at least. After so long doing so little, it's nice to be able to spend eight hours a day with my mind focused in something useful, instead of dragging itself around my so-called personal life. It's not that I don't think about it anymore; it's more like it, I have other things to think about.