The Cannon

My days are short lived. They seem to be slipping through my hands fasted than I can say "Surf's up!". That's a type of smoothie at work, by the way.

I don't know if this is a bad thing or not. I mean, if my days were boring and drawn out they would obviously be going at quite a slower pace, right? I feel like I never have enough time because I come home exhausted, needing rest to wake up for 9 am the following day.

I don't wanna complain about work. Work is something that should revolve around my life, not vice versa. So I'll bite my tongue and bear the brunt of my problems in that particular part.

Although, I will say this. It's incredulously nice out as of yesterday, and after a particularly body throbbing day at work, it just felt good to enjoy it. I walk to-or-from work whenever I can, and I haven't been able to do that for a while. It was nice to actually want to prolong that feeling, rather than hurriedly rushing towards shelter to warm myself.

Perhaps I'll go for a walk today. With my shuffle, since my 30 gig ipod was ruined not so long ago in a freak accident. That's another story.

Although, things like that seem so minuscule, don't they?