The year began in Sacramento, on the 13th floor of the Hyatt, passing a bottle of champagne back and forth with my love of the last two years. Then I was back in San Francisco and beginning a very long streak of 40-hour weeks. I lived in the Castro with my sister and rode my bike down noisy, bumpy Market St. every morning. I began listening to my iPod on the ride, which improved it but didn’t make it any less hectic. I also started wearing a kerchief around my neck to protect my shirt collar from sweat. I’d smile and stride into work each morning, ready to conquer the world of internet marketing. I packed lunch most every day and after sticking the cold items in the fridge, fired up my little laptop and got to work. I took lunch alone most days, maybe sitting in the office looking out the window, or if the weather was good out in the sun on the steps at Montgomery and Market. I got my haircut downstairs at “A Businessman’s Haircut”, and always tipped Benjamin $10. I made money but saved little. After work I rode home up the hill and often stopped at Golden Produce for some produce. I cooked alone or sometimes with sis. I tried to update my blog and keep up writing commitments to Bleacher Report and Barca Blaugranes. I took guitar lessons but found little time to practice. I went to bed early so I wasn’t tired the next day, and 10pm always came too soon. I pushed through that little barrier that hovers over your bed each morning you have to go to work.
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