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  • Writer's pictureChoo Choo

Summertime Madness

Where does the time go? One minute I'm fretting about not having enough to do, the next I'm buried under a mountain of repertoire because I simply can't stop saying no to people. Someday I'll figure out this whole work/life balance thing, but today is not that day. Knowing me, that will be the day I shuffle off this mortal coil, probably tidying up as I shuffle because I can't resist a multitask.

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