May 2, 2007
Time
It's always fleeting, except when you are paying attention to it. If ever there were a point at which I could prove to myself that time is a complete illusion, these past two weeks would be it. I feel like I've been trudging through each day as if through a bog. I try to do as much as I can, but there still seems to be many hours leftover in the day. Evidently video games, biking, reading, internetting, working, and staring at Vicki aren't enough to fill the days. This is an odd dilemma, one that I'm sure many people would be glad to have.I think I'm gonna have to start drinking myself unconscious.
These eight days feel like they'll be an eternity.
Comments:
Man! You could take some lessons from me! I've learned how to pass through time like a hot knife through butter.
Put your watch, clocks, and all other timepieces away. That's the first and most important step. To get the rest of the steps you'll have to pay me. Maybe in something like 3 easy payments.
You see, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge.
Put your watch, clocks, and all other timepieces away. That's the first and most important step. To get the rest of the steps you'll have to pay me. Maybe in something like 3 easy payments.
You see, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge.
Oh hells yeah, I hate clocks.
In fact, that was one of Vicki and my first arguments when we moved in together. She's a bit of a time junkie, you see.
You are correct, is what I say sir. I don't wear a watch, we have no clocks, and that does help.
In fact, that was one of Vicki and my first arguments when we moved in together. She's a bit of a time junkie, you see.
You are correct, is what I say sir. I don't wear a watch, we have no clocks, and that does help.
