where does the time go

An unproductive day today, from my perspective. I didn't even get a chance to blip outside, so have spent the past half hour looking for interesting things in the house: a search for inspiration that has run dry.

So I fell upon the books in my study/boxroom/bikestore. More books. A second helping, you might say. I remember reading most of them, but have no idea now how I ever found the time.

I seriously need to get my life working for me and not the other way around.

Maybe once I've finished my Masters...