I can't tell if it's the age-old change in perception that's supposed to come with years or if my getting in bed as soon as I get off work is catching up to me. Today at work while cleaning a screen I re-realized how long I've been here and how far into the month it is. The days and weeks seem to be whizzing by. I imagined it being like an animated sequence of sunrise and sunsets speeding up until the sun and the moon flash by and the sky flashes like a disco. I was probably high from lacquer thinner fumes.