May 28, 2004 l 4:55 a.m.

I've been staring at this screen for over a minute. A minute isn't really a long time to wait in terms of gas pumps and restaurants. But for some reason it feels like ages when I am trying to think of something to wrtie about.

During good times, a minute seems way too short. A lot can be said and felt in a minute, and I don't just mean sexually (though we've all been there, I'm sure). A great poem could be read in a minute...but you'd dwell on it much longer. One could get high in a minute, but wouldn't you want a more consistent longer lasting buzz?

I don't know where this is going...

So intead I am going to bed...

:::yawn:::