ramble

Saturday, feels like Sunday, I am so glad that it's not. I miss the days when my life had a different flow and the day of the week were not something that I payed much attention to. After ten years of living for the weekend the structural containment often seems oppressive. My relationship with time has somehow become more mundane, more tuned to the mass consciousness. Sure there are pockets of fluidity and the sweet Aboriginal thing as well as Dr. Who and the time-lord abilities. It pleasing to know that divergence keeps some options open. Perhaps I will find one of those portals or reconnect with my higher abilities. Exit stage left.