Time flies by even when the seconds seem to last forever!  Each day brings new challenges, and it's those challenges that makes the days seem to crawl by.  The second I pass by a calendar, I'm shocked to see the date.  I don't live Monday through Sunday anymore.  The days are just days, each as meaningful as the last.  I don't have bad Mondays and my weekends are no more pleasurable than an average Wednesday.  I don't remember how old I am, or how old you are for that matter.  I don't remember holidays, big or small.  I don't understand why those days are supposed to be more special than any other day.  I suppose that my outlook on life will never involve a calendar again, except when I need one to book a ticket somewhere.

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