Australia.
Everything is about time lately. About how there's never enough, and it keeps speeding up or slowing down and I'm just getting dragged along. But I dont really want to talk about time. I dont really know what I want to talk about at all. It all seems so futile. If you think you can convince me otherwise, please do. I'm waiting for some reason not to believe that everything is so vague and fleeting. [I sound so hopeless and depressed. But I'm not. Actually, I'm relatively satisfied with life at the moment. I've just been thinking too much.]
Simply to end this entry on a different note, here's a quote that I fell in love with the moment I read it:
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."
--Charles Schultz