Random Post.

I've come to the thought that the last two and a half months have gone on for a really long time.

I seriously don't get it myself. I've not been doing much particularly spectacular with my life at the moment, really I've been more going through the motions. Waiting until fireflyfaery gets back from her trip. Doing people sort of things. There's not been a really large amount of exciting things in my life to really latch onto and remind me that time's been passing. There's not really much at all.

Maybe that's the reason - maybe I'm just not going out enough to be able to make highlights in my life. Maybe it's the fact that my life, for the past few months, has been dutifully been written down and sent to fireflyfaery. Maybe the act of writing down the action gives it it's own "place". Maybe the fact that for two and a half months, I've been documenting almost all of my life has meant that my mind has an instinctual awareness that something's happenned.

I dunno. But for the first time in my life, I'm not surprised at how quickly time has gone. And that's really odd.