4.5.10

Haven't wrote in awhile. Haven't really been that arsed. Haven't been that arsed with much at all lately. Not really that arsed still...

Funny, when someone tells you you've weeks to do something, you think that you have loads of time, that you'll get everything done and with plenty of time to spare. However, put weeks into the context of life left on earth and what do we then think? I suppose we think about what little time we've left to do things. We think about all the time we lost out on. All the things we shoulda done but always put off because we always thought there'd be time in the future. We think about how precious time and life is and the things that we could fit into those last few weeks, if it's even possible to.

Now's the time to wonder about how long these weeks really are. It's the time for preparation. It's the time to make final arrangements. It's time to decide on plots and coffins and music and readings. It's the time to buy the black clothes...