And at my back I always hear, time's winged chariot hurrying near.

I'm very displeased with myself. I wish I had more time to learn, to read, to pick up new ideas, to think of more fascinating connections. Why does everything have to come to an end so quickly, and why do I always find myself in a situation where I'm strapped for time and I have to hurry through everything. I'm a last minute slob. And certainly not a smart one!

But I'm very positive, and I repress all my negative experiences so much so that I never learn from them!

ARGH!