The days seem to be flying by so fast. Does anyone else remember that old ad of Jimeoin repeatedly sliding past the camera in his jocks yelling “Monday!” “Tuesday!” …?
I read somewhere that as you age, each day seems shorter because subconsciously you compare it to all the time that’s already passed. To a 30 year old, a day probably feels like what 4 hours feels like to a 15 year old.
I’d like to go to bed but my rear neighbours are having a party, the drunk singing / hollering is real loud. What ever happened to telling your neighbours you’re having a party in advance?
This box was made for me,
These clothes are my bed, you see?
As the old saying goes,
If I can comfortably fit
Both my nose and my toes,
Then within it I must sit!
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