Time is a squirrely little beast.

This is not the first time I’ve expressed my dislike for this confluence of perception and reality.  I mean, the thing doesn’t really actually exist.  It goes fast or it goes slow.  You can make it, you can take it, you can use it, and you can loose it.  What a silly concept.

Perfect example is sleeping, of which I have not been doing much lately.  I try, and time passes, but I seem to be awake or semi-awake for most of the time spent laying in bed.  Not a good thing.  Unless you happen to enjoy dreaming and remember them when you wake up, which I do and can.  Not the most restful of sleep, but pretty darn interesting in my opinion.  I like the waking world just fine, but the dreaming world is full of adventure and confusion leading to never dull and always ridiculous situations.  But, the longer I sit here, the more sluggish my body gets (mind is still kicking like a fiend), so, sleep is good, evidently.

As a side note, I can’t believe I almost let dark chocolate marzipan go stale.  Blasphemous, that is.