2.03.2003

It's truly amazing how quickly the day goes by. I finish with classes and go straight to hockey practice, and by the time I've left the locker room afterwards it has suddenly, magically, depressingly become 7:30 at night. Thinking back I can't really point to anything that I got accomplished. Homework rounds off this unfruitful day, and I go to sleep only to wake up and do the same thing tomorrow. Never has being busy felt so much like getting nothing done.

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