Easter

Time is my distraction and my downfall. I think about it too much, waaaay too much. Everything I do has some element of maximising effective time use. On sat night I went out and my mobile got stolen and I had to call Optus and sort it out immediately. In fact, I could not continue my night until it was done and so I went home. The relevence of time? I panicked over it, the loss of it, the wastefullness, the passing of it.
And now tonight a boy was supposed to come over and spend some nookie time with me and I want him to, but mostly because I think I have to because of time. The time is now. I am on holidays now and so I am compelled to fill my time with pursuits I feel I need. The boy is not my boyfriend, I am not pursuing a relationship with him, I saw him two nights ago, I will survive a night without nookie. And then there is the idea of making up for lost time and making time worthwhile. I could lose access to nookie boy and then will I regret not asking him to come over tonight? One night? One night in thousands? Am I losing out on something else more exciting by dedicating not only my free time, but time that could be spent finding love, not just nookie.
Love my nookie though, but tonight's time is for me I guess. Easter saw me waste it on all the other people.