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Oh I forgot the question about what it was like to be not working.
It sucked. I lived in a cheap basement apartment alone. I had friends in my town, but rarely saw them because I had become nocturnal. Actually, that's not true. I didn't become nocturnal, I started a new sleep/wake cycle. I like staying up late at night, but also like getting a full night's sleep. I found that the ideal length of a day wasn't 24 hours, but was more like 27 hours. So I started living a 27 hour day, which meant that I was coming into and going out of phase with the lives of my friends. Sometimes we would be awake at the same time, and sometime we wouldn't.
Those six months were both wonderful and depressing at the same time. Like a long lonely slovenly vacation in a dump.
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