Why does time fly so much while checking email some days, while other days it crawls, is it because some emails are much more interesting than others? Or is it something stranger? Is there some kind of temporal disturbance that targets certain people on certain days?
Some times I wonder if we know as much about time as we think we do, sometimes I wonder if it really exists or if the idea of time is just a figment of our minds.
Thanks for reading this rambling, random, thought of mine.