Oct. 24, 2003 @ 5:24 p.m.

Too little to finish the job, too much to stay occupied and never being perfectly placed in the line so that everything fits, just for once, the unification of everything seemingly good matches like a children’s puzzle on an abandoned school’s bookshelf. Not my friend, relative, acquaintance or foe, I just don’t like him. I don’t like Time or his cousin bad Timing. They both simply visit too often, crashing my pad and eating all my food, robbing me of my energy.