Getting ready for an all-nighter at work. Sometimes I wonder if my priorities in life are in order. Every day spent in office doing inane work that I really don’t care about. Another step closer to death. Before I will realise life will have passed me by.

So I run and I run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come behind me again
The sun is the same in the relative way but I’m older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Adaptation of Pink Floyd, Time

No time to breathe. No time to live. No time to open my eyes. My eyes wide shut! No time to blog. No time.
If only my arms were elastic now. I sure could do with a self-hug.