Is it really almost Easter?

I can't believe how fast time is flying. I found myself waking up on Sunday morning, and slipping into my unni's office rubbing my eyes as I stared at the corner of her laptop at the time and the date.

...is it really April 1st?

What has become of time? Why does it seem so fleeting all of a sudden, as if I blink and in that instant, an entire year has gone by. We are almost hitting the six-month mark of 2007 and I have yet to find something to show for it and all of my efforts thus far. I feel like for the most part of this year, I have been completely unproductive in all the ways that I wish that I was.

That goes to say, I spent most of Saturday and Sunday curled up on my unni's humongous velvet brown couch clutching the oversized pillows and watching Korean dramas while snacking on squid chips and cookies all day.

Eh...productive, what?

Yet another song is stuck in my head:

6 AM, day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold, carseat is freezing-
the world is sleeping...
I am numb.

Up the stairs to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch.
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte.
They're not home to find us out.

And we drive,
now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
than I ever before...

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
off the coast and I'm headed no where
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly

They call her name
its 7:30
I pace around the parking lot
and I walk down to buy her flowers
and sell some gifts that I got.

Can't you see?
Its not me you're dying for
Now she's feeling more alone
than she ever has before...

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
off the coast and I'm headed nowhere.
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly...

As weeks went by it showed that she was not fine
They told me "Son, it's time to tell the truth..."
And she broke down
And I broke down
'Cause I was tired of lying

Driving back to her apartment
for the moment, we're alone
she's alone, and I'm alone
and now I know it...

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly...

-Ben Folds Five