"Time" is such a funny concept. It's constant but seems to have a mind of its own. It crawls during a boring lecture, but flies by so quickly each week that you feel unproductive in your work. It takes forever to deliver you weekends, but they always end in a blink of an eye. Hours of sleep each night feels like a 5-minute nap and hours feel like seconds when you can't sleep. Day and night are a split second away, yet summer just never ends. Datelines are always approaching even though you feel like you just received those assignments yesterday. What's the difference between a month, a week, and a day? Time flies through them anyway and yet, it doesn't seem fast enough for my hair to grow!
I'm busy, buzy, busssssy, buzeeeee, bc bc bc bc bc bc.....