Two qualities that can be mildly enjoyable by themselves, but together are completely and wholly disastrous. It’s a constant influx of extreme boredom then excitement. The anticipation makes time move more slowly — the boredom and restlessness, twice as slow.

My solution: Why not counteract the dawdling days by moving even slower!

If you are trying to contact me in the early evenings only to find that I’ve fallen asleep, I apologize in advance. I’ve descended into one of the most unproductive phases of my adult life. Someone please inspire me.

Also, I think I’m doomed to write only about time until my watch is fixed.