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I wasn't sure I wanted to write an entry on the topic I'm about to write one on. While any blog post tends to have some degree of intimacy involved for the writer, this one feels exceptionally so. It has to do with some recent personal health news and the challenges that news will bring to my life. Let me preface the rest of this entry by stating that I am not someone who is on board with posting the intimate details of bodily functions - or dysfunctions - on social media sites. I have seen status updates on Facebook that involve the poster's bowel movements in great detail. I have also seen updates on recent gynecological visits or numerous bodily disasters of the poster's children. I believe those posts belong in the "Overshare" category. I can't imagine any of their friends signing onto Facebook thinking, "I wonder what kind of poo So-and-So's kid had today. Thank goodness for Facebook or I might spend all day wondering about it." So, ...

I am not used to being busy. I spent four years mostly sick to death of my own company. I'm in Chicago less than four months and I can barely even think about making extra plans with friends. It's weird. It's not entirely unwelcome...but it's weird. Here's what makes it even weirder: I only work three days of every week. Yet I'm busy enough that when I think, "Gee, I should call so-and-so up and see about getting together," I have to actually pull up my Google calendar to see what month that will fit in. That's a small exaggeration. But only a small one. Sometimes it's only a matter of a week or two before I could fit in drinks. But I do actually have to open the calendar to check. Part of the issue is that I do have free time, but it's on Mondays and Fridays when all normal people are working. Then there are the auditions that I try to schedule as frequently as possible. Hey, after so many years not doing any acting (aside from pretendin...