Time and its fucking wings

Ok. I'm disgusted how time changes as we get older. When I was child a thirty minute program seemed to last longer than its half hour feel. A six hour car ride between Indianapolis and Sheboygan felt like an unbearable two-week trek through a barren wasteland. And a year between birthdays was an infinity of pain.

But now? Forget it. I can't believe a week has passed between Fridays. AND IT'S NEARLY MID-JUNE!!! How the hell has that happened?!

Birthdays are coming up like Emmaline's. Her birthday is only two months away. Her ninth birthday to be exact. Fuck! It's too fast.

Time is definitely not an accurate measure of a person's life.