my mornings have been flying by lately.
in the office between 7:30am and 8:30am and then, all of a sudden, it is noon.
strangely enough, however, every time I notice that the mornings zip by (my noticing is marked with me saying "Hey! The morning just disappeared!" or "Whoa! Time sure does fly") the afternoons just drag on and on...
perhaps it is the fact that anticipation actually feeds on itself... my desire for the work day to end is fuel for the delay in time that I perceive to which everyone else is apparently oblivious... (I know they are oblivious because no one else is complaining that the afternoon is dragging)
it could also be that time actually has a circadian rhythm of sorts, the afternoon trough somehow coinciding with my awareness that time has actually slowed.
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it is cloudy outside. I hope it does not decide to rain.
It. I hope it does not decide to rain. I would like to reflect on this personification - because I do not know to what I attribute this ability to decide.
what is it?
whoops.
there is goes. [there goes what?]
my moment that I actually cared about what I was thinking about...
eh.
it is gone.
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bubba ho-tep is funny.
but I really love Bruce Campbell...
(so that is probably just me...)
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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
relativistic affects of speed on time...
posted @ 17:22 by ryan in [ A journey into the mind... ]
