Wow, time's gone by so fast I didn't realize it's been over a month since my last post. Where the hell did March go? All I did was blink and suddenly it's April, I'm turning 22, and my precious, final semester within the safety of "college life" is rushing past, sticking its tongue out at me, determined not to get caught.
I feel the pressure of passing time more so tonight, since my clock reads 10:27 p.m. when really it's only 9:27 (damn you, Daylight Savings!). I've been having trouble remembering things lately too. I can't even remember what I did last week. Shit, even my memories are scattering about, as transient and evasive as the minutes that scuttle by. I'd very much like to relive some moment in my life when the progression of hours and days meant little to me. Some time when "tomorrow" didn't inspire a brewing fear, and "Spring Forward" only had a literal meaning. Now, if only I could remember when that was.