I'm bored maybe once a year. That's me right now. Bored and antsy.. I don't feel like doing anything that's available to me right now. Go to bed. The moon moves overhead. What time of day is it, really. Setting behind a doorframe. My internal clock is screwy. These days time goes by very quickly, so it feels. It was August a week ago. Tomorrow is November. Italy was a month ago. Time's not fast, it's meaningless.
