Yes, dear friends, it seems I'm on another Go-Go-90's style workathon of late... mostly. The big differences of the modern-day workathon vs. 90's workathon are A: I'm getting more than 3-4 hrs. of sleep per night, and B: I'm making about 1/5 the money I made for the same work in the Go-Go-90's. Hmmmm... what's wrong with this picture?

I could blather on at length about all my recent brilliant observations re: "time". I love the term, "time vampire", as it just fits my world and my perception of the seemingly worsening depletion of "time"... sucked away like red blood in the night. Oh, time... my evil nemesis... my old foe that has returned to do battle with me once again. 

I could name a million things that qualify as "time vampires" - blogging being one of them in my case. As I've dissected this issue in my totally overworked head during my periodic back porch breaks, I've come to a recent flash of brilliance on this... time, itself, is a vampire... so therefore a self-feeding/self-sustaining vampire. I believe that time sucks itself away, becoming ever-hungrier for more... therefore, each day seems to shrink by an hour or two... days morph into weeks, which morph into months, which morph into years... then all of the sudden, you wake up and it's 5 years later and you go, "what day is it? And... what year is it?" "This is not my beautiful house!"  

I know this all sounds a bit - well, goofy and/or disjointed and/or rambling... because it is. But I know you all know what I'm talking about - at least to some degree - and assuming you're not in the 5th grade waiting for the friggin' clock to hit recess time... 

My parents have told me that time goes way faster as you age. OK, I'm not by any definition "young" anymore, but I don't think I'm really "old" yet, either. So if time is doing this vampirical flash dance on me now, does that mean when I'm in my 60's or 70's... or later, that each day will be like a few minutes long? I'm kind of thinking so at this point. 

Whoever invented the concept of linear time should have been reprimanded. Possibly even flogged in the public square (and I'm typically a non-violent person). It's just an outdated dumb idea that limits the hours in a day. Geez!