Each day passes so slow yet each year passes so fast. Everyday, I look forward to getting off work so I can return home and each day, the same story goes. I post my three cents worth here and get what work I can master up to do done and then I go home. It's like a broken record spinning round and round and playing what was supposed to be a beautiful tune with an annoying squeak at 15 second intervals.
It's such a contradiction, looking forward to the end of each day and week and not looking forward to the end of the year. Perhaps there's no incentive in the year ending. I guess the year end just serves to remind me of how little I've achieved this year and like every year before, all my new year resolutions have come to nought. Now that we've well inaugurated November and fast approaching the final month of the year, this very familiar rush of feelings resurface to shake it's finger at me, clucking its tongue in a "tsk tsk" manner like my mother catching me trying to clean up the jar of jam that I broke all over her kitchen floor.
Hell, I don't even like jam for that matter.
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