Like sand in an hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

Or something.

Well, apparently it was a Chinese sub! *shakes a finger* Shame on you for lying. (Heading towards China is damning evidence!)

Actually, the first thing I thought when I heard about it was that it was a U.S. sub. I don’t really know why we’d be out there, but you know us…we’re silly.

When I got home from work today, I piddled around reading webcomics for awhile, queued up some new anime downloads, and then took a nap. I wasn’t actually planning on napping until I realized I was really enjoying lying down and decided to stay there. I woke up when Sean got home, and got out of bed.

I didn’t write anything yesterday, so I’m a zillion words behind, and I’m not sure when I’m going to catch up. I will try to write some tonight, though, and since it’s a weekend I won’t have to stop when 10:00 rolls around. Maybe that will help me get a good chunk out.

It seems like I don’t like writing during the day. It never seemed to bother me with the AMRN, I don’t think. But for this daily writing, I’ve far preferred to do it in the evening. I don’t know if this is a matter of wanting the sun to be down when I write, or if it has more to do with the day being over and me having no other pressures on my mind. I did write one day at work, and that happened because I knew I was behind and because I didn’t have much to do that day. I ultimately didn’t write very much at work, anyway.

So I’m not sure what the deal is. It could just be procrastination.

I’m trying to think of when I used to do the most AMRN writing. The majority would occur either at my night desk job, or in the evenings after school. I had a weird schedule that meant I slept during the afternoon and got up in the evening to go to work, then went to school after that. Sometimes I would write between work and class at the student center, but that didn’t happen a whole lot. The sun was out by then.

I don’t know, I’m really starting to wonder if I am unproductive when I’m on my own schedule and when the sun is out. It seems weird, but that’s the only real conclusion I can draw.

The journaling I do here doesn’t really take any effort. I just write what I’m thinking about, which is (for me) as easy as (or easier than) talking. So I can’t really count the fact that I journal at all hours of the day. That, I think, is just fueled by my desire to leave a record of myself and my thoughts.

But anyway, I need to order some dinner and get to work on my book. So I’ll stop my meandering thoughts here.