timeless

where have my weekends gone?

there hasn't been any beginnings or ends to my weeks. it doesn't matter anymore if it's a monday or a friday-- it's just another day to get something else done. i hope this isn't considered unhealthy.

the only place where time does come to a still is when i'm with my small group (or "fight club) on fridays. since my phone doesn't have an internal clock, and is only able to tell time with sprint service reception bars, time is literally stripped away from me whenever i'm sitting in that basement. it's nice--

we do get caught up in our busy lives, and tend to forget other priorities-- which can scarily become completely unnoticeable at one point. we lose that balance.

do i open up the word as much as i look at my planner?