I like being busy.
It's hard to be this busy and still make time for the other person in your life. Unless the other person is also a diary obsessed freak who "books you in" for things too. If you're reading this and thinking "I'm a woman who would really dig this dude" then perhaps you should return to the 70's you weird-talking freak-woman (or get in touch on firstname.lastname@example.org). This is probably why my last relationship worked best when it was a long-distance relationship. We had to book ourselves in for time together, so everything I did in my life was essentially a gig.
So much for Shakespeare's "All the world's a stage".