Depending on my seratonin level at any given moment, I think of myself as having either lots of jobs, or none. Officially, I work forty hours a month (I know, I know -- believe me, I’m trying to cut back). Some of my close friends think I never work at all. My ex will tell you that I never stop. Some of my enterprises are profitable, some might be eventually, some might be better described as hobbies.
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