I think about my childhood, all the waiting, and wondering, and the joy of perhaps being a time traveler, imagining jumping a lot from one time to another. What happen if it's like if you started the tape and played it for a while but then you said Oh I want to hear that song again, so you played that song and then you went back to where you left off but you wound the tape too far ahead so you rewound it again, still you got it too far ahead.

What I am trying to say.... Well... It is not the greatest analogy in the world. Bascially, sometimes I get lost in time and I don't know what exactly I am doing. I guess that is how life is. You get up in the morning, go to work, go back home and you repeat the cycle again.