there are new days ahead, though they all blur together. i hope to see my friends this month, but lately it seems that we could live five thousand miles apart and we would not know the difference. oh well. i suppose i have too much time on my hands... or do i just allocate my time differently?

our lives consist of that which we choose.

we choose the hours.
we choose the days.

if we become enslaved to this, we have failed.