anticapperiod/time

been up since 6am and i'm tired already

i wanna go home, but hell look it's only 2:17pm and i still have 17 hours to go and i'm really starting to wonder why the hell i decided to do THIS with my life, of all things

the air conditioned air here suddenly smells the way airplane air smells at the end of a very long flight...you know what i mean, that stale funky rubber-tinged-with-smoke-and-plastic-with-a-few-floating-molecules-of-shit smell that makes you mildly nauseous, and makes you wanna throw up...that smell

that's how it suddenly smells here where i'm sitting and no, i don't like it

i don't like periods anymore, either, nor capitalizing certain letters, but commas are all right

instead of periods, i'll use paragraph breaks

2:21pm

they ask me what time it is in this little script box above this big one i'm typing (ranting) in right now...date and time...date's easy, but time, what do you write? the time you started, or the time your ended?

question marks are nice

they're curvy and pretty

but anyway, back to time--it's 2:22pm now--am i supposed to use that time in that box? some random intermediate time?

what the hell is time, anyway, this unknown substance that always goes forward, forward, endlessly forward, sometimes so fast when you're having a good time and sometimes so damn slow when you, say, WANNA GO HOME

then sometimes you look back on a slow day and it seems fast after all and sometimes you can't even remember the passage of time and when all is said and done no one (except maybe the dead, who've run to the end of their time) really knows what the hell this "time" thing is

is time a state of mind?

so anyway we invent this thing, this clock, this measurement of time that splits it into little pieces, to help us understand a concept we know as well as our own minds, but will never understand

then again, how many people DO know their own minds?

what's it about the human mind, that needs to split things into small pieces to understand it? dissections, measurements, calculus, everything

2:26pm

i'm a little hungry, but not really...there was something i wanted to rant on about a minute and a half ago but i've forgotten it...isn't it weird how that happens? you think of something, you make a note to yourself--ah, rant on ___ later--and then you forget it

2:29pm

still don't remember what i wanted to say

just got paged

end rant