Is it me or is time passing slowly? I can't believe it's only the 8th. It feels like it should be November already. I hate time. It's supposed to be this consistent thing but it's not. I feel always like time is either fast or slow. Is the ticking of that clock right? Or is what I am feeling correct? Jon could tell the time of day without looking a clock. He would be a few minutes off but he'd have the correct hour. It's crazy. Whenever I was around him I'd forget clocks and ask him the time. This leads me to believe that my scene of reality must be off. Or someone has control over time and is screwing with me. That would a fucked up thing.