Tales of a Secret Rockstar

Sometimes days seem to rush by. I look at the clock and realize it's 11:00, and I thought it was something like 9:30. Today is one of those bizarre opposite days. I feel like it's bedtime, but it's only 8:00. Those days are fun, because you can get a lot done. Tara and I went for a walk today, set up her printer for school, I cleaned the bathroom. You know, the exciting stuff that's oh so worthy of mention here in the "thing a day" post. I suppose the mundane details were bound to creep in here sooner or later. I was just hoping that it would be later. Much later. Anyways, it's funny that on days like this, you just can't make time go faster, no matter how hard you try. And then on the fast days you just can't make it go any slower. I mean, what is time's deal? Is it out to get us?

I remember being young, and it seemed like time was endless. We'd play hockey on our street until the sun went down. It seemed like the sun would never go down. It seemed like Christmas would never come and I'd never get a cool moustache. This is the part where I should long wistfully for my childhood. But I don't. It's just an interesting observation. Maybe children are less susceptible to the effects of time because they're closer to the ground.

That's a scientific observation right there.