Again the night has vanished in a blink of an eye and I’m left wondering what I did with the time. I’d get a lot more done if I stopped fiddling and started doing. What I’m supposed to be doing is merely under cutting the value of time, when the important thing is to acknowledge how I’ve wasted the resource without as much as a second thought as to the consequences of such inaction and apathy. I seem to think an endless stream of this fluid space is available and that I can just willy nilly expend the motion of it as I please.

I had in mind of a few things I wished to explore and they seem to have vanished and evaporated into the ether, along with the fabric of time. The flow of thoughts tumble into troublesome woes of time and an urgency envelopes me to get these thoughts onto paper or in this case a palette of magnetised space, however once time is under my control I hasten to disintegrate it into meaningless information searching. In truth I gained some insights into the workings of Media Portal and Windows Vista but they distract me from the greater truths I wish to uncover.

Oh well, I will invariably become more intimate with the truth from such misdemeanour’s and am coming to understand that this journey is a lesson in patience more than anything else I delude myself with.