That's such a strange phenomenon. Really. Last week just flew, and here I am on sunday evening again, feeling like I just wrote my last posting yesterday.
Time is a funny thing. Time is relative. When you have fun time goes fast, and when you're bored it just never seems to end. That's just wrong!! Whoever decided it was gonna be this way must have had some serious issues.
It's like happy people who enjoy life don't deserve do do it for very long, whereas bored and unhappy people have to suffer for what seems to be ten times longer.
But still, time is a measureable thing. Like distance, or weight. Though a centimeter doesn't appear to be any shorter if you enjoy watching it.
A weight can seem to be lighter after a few weeks of lifting it, but it has to do with growing muscles rather than how fun you find lifting it is.
Time.. I guess it will take a while before someone can sit down and tell me exactly what it is and how it works...

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det finns mycket man kan grubbla sig sömnlös över... det var om tid du skrev specialarbetet va, eller minns jag fel?
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