An amazingly inefficient user of time. That is what has become of you. Time. Time. Time. It refuses to stop trailing you. It is literally always with you. It is arguably the only thing that you share this existence with. Time. Go figure. No wonder Scott’s obsession with it. And my latent obsession. I wonder how much time I have “wasted” in the past 8 years. What is wasted time? Does it exist? No, I’m serious. I’m asking you, not trying so damn hard to be erudite. I’m going to change the perceptions on the other side of this service. See you there.
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Before I go: Toby! Warrior Man! Marc Bolan! T. Rex! I get to experience them in Philadelphia. I cannot wait! And then I became a 15 year old for second. I’m back. Wow, trippy. This wasn’t Maplewood; it was Hurstbourne. This wasn’t 2011; it was 1995. But I wasn’t listening to T. Rex. I was listening to the Zepp. You probably were too, weren’t you? It’s a safe bet either way. I’m just playing the probabilities. I’m paying no attention to individual differences, personalities, intelligence quotients, and the like.
