Survivor premieres next Thursday, and CSI the Thursday after that. Between the last new episodes of CSI, I’ve gotten a new job, my best friend moved out of the country and my grandmother went partly blind. Perhaps it’s not strange for me to reflect on this summer as endless.
I have a jumpdrive and on it are nine ‘in work’ blog articles I’ve yet to finish (one’s even about Revenge of the Sith). So what have I been doing, other than finishing these essays?
1) Working on a short story idea.
2) Finishing my mystery novel.
3) Learning SQL so I can better manipulate a website I run.
4) Converting another website to Wiki.
5) Mastering aforementioned new job.
6) Upgrading my computer.
6b) Upgrading my router.
7) Learning how to upgrade my grandmother’s computer.
8) Going to see Wait Wait… twice!
9) Going to the gym five times a week.
10) Tanning twice a week (by that I mean lying on my roof in the sun).
It doesn’t look like a whole lot, but it feels like it’s been 6 months since I started all that crazy stuff. Really, it was June and that’s about four months, if I push dates around. It’s closer to three. Three of the longest, most boring and terrifying months of my life. It feels like I’ve been working too damn hard, and yet at the same time I feel like I’ve done nothing. Time has become an illusion.
When I was in 7th Grade I wrote the following in my yearbook, and it feels more apropos now: Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.
For me, time has been passing quickly and moving slowly.