The most annoying thing about time is that it either relentlessly happens or barely does, but very rarely does it simply happen, in the way that you expect it. Rarely do I think that I’ve had the perfect amount of time to do something, or experienced something for just the right amount of time. Today time relentlessly happened. The day is over and I haven’t done all of the things I normally would. I’ve just about written this though, so I guess that’s something.