I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. One day I really am going to find that black hole where all my mornings go. Where that 20mins that disappear while I’m trying to get out the door run away to (out on the city streets, meandering around with other chunks of time, laughing at their owners’ misfortune, grabbing a latte while we don’t even have time to make a cup of coffee). I’ll find those hours of the work day that fly by when I don’t need them to, and sub them in for the days when I swear the clock has slowed down just to piss me off. I’ll find those minutes of semiconscious at 2am when I’m trying to fall asleep but then again not, all the brilliant ideas that pop into my head as it’s finally getting comfortable on the pillow, all those things I think I want to say that disappear before I have the chance to get them down, out.