future-thoughts

Mood: Tired
Listening to: Reasonable pop-type Friday mishy music

Today has been quite interesting in terms of myopic reality.  It's now 4pm or thereabouts and finally I realised that:

It's a nice day outside
The radio is playing nice Friday sounds
The day has almost gone
I've done a whole lot of work and not seen the time go by

I was looking at the clock on the wall and realised it's quarter to 4.  At this point I thought that because the day has been so hectic I have missed it and would like it to be earlier.  Of course unless i change time zones this isn't going to happen.  But just for a second I thought I could, if I wanted to.  And why not... who says it is 3:45pm...

I just had the feeling I was looking at myself look at myself through my eyes, as though my eyes belonged to the body that my mind has taken purchase within.

It's a strange feeling, but I am sure not uncommon.  Living in the 3rd person, anything is possible if you want it to be.

Mood: Manic
Listening to: My mind falling apart

What the hell is that about? 'Good' Friday. If today (and all Fridays are the same) is a measure, there can be no Friday in the history of mankind that could be considered 'good'. A misnomer. A lie. A capitalist treachery designed to make the weekend worth looking forward to.

It's the official day of the week when people wake up from slumber and remember there are "111112 things due Monday morning, no excuses.Thanks. You can call me on my mobile if you need help, I'll bein the Bahamas."

Rock on.  Enjoy your Friday folks, it's the only 16 Sept 2005 you'll ever get.