I am drowning in numbers. This is the consequence of procrastination, and I abhor it. I need to stop pushing all the work to the last minute. I need to be organized. Today I also read something I wrote here six months ago. To think that I've both changed and stayed the same - time is a peculiar thing, it bends and twists from experience. Sometimes it's fleeting, when you're enjoying the moment, and during others it drags on. I'm playing with physics and relativity now, but isn't it fascinating?