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So Fidel Castro has some health problems and is on the verge of death? Shouldn't that've happened years ago? I mean, the guy's gotta be close to 120 by now. I remember reading about him in grade school history class with books that were 10-years old, 20 years ago. Father time has been rather kind to him. Either that or whatever deal he made with the devil really paid off.

Another day, another month--another iRANT. Recently I realized that I have been driving for over ten years now--a full decade. Actually, I've been driving for like 12 years. Not quite half my life yet, but like 40 per cent. That's weird to think about--I've been driving a car for 40 per cent of my life. Hell, I've been driving my car for a quarter of my life. My little red CRX has been with me for one fourth of every experience I've had (although, technically, I did spend two months away from it while on vacation and another four or so when I went to Europe).

It's weird, but time goes by faster when you're an adult. As much as I think of myself as a kid, I'm really not--and haven't been for a while. Lot's of times something comes up and I'll say, I liked that movie or that's fun to do when reality is I haven't seen that movie or done that experience in like ten years--almost a third of a lifetime ago. I started working at A Television Station Not Owned By Rupert Murdoch over a year ago and moved into The Fortress around the same time. Yet it still feels like yesterday when I was having dinner at my mom's house (that's probably because yesterday I was having dinner at my mom's).

It's just weird. I remember as a kid, in school, the year seemed to take forever. I think I was able to enjoy life more then. Now it's just a blur. Time keeps on ticking...into the future. The work week blows by so fast--not that I'm complaining (I look forward to the weekends)--but I feel like life is passing me by. Well, not life--more like time. Time keeps moving and it feels like it's building up speed. The calendar keeps changing quickly (my calendar at work is still on June) and I feel like I can't keep up with it--at least not like I did when I was a kid. I mean, when I was younger I could see the days go by. We had seasons and months and holidays and stuff. Now I don't even realize it until after it passed (apparently 4th of July was last month).

Time just seems to go faster as an adult. I've been driving for over a third of my lifetime yet I feel like I accomplished, did, and learned so much more in the other two thirds. Driving in a way signals the beginning of the entrance to adulthood (although I maintain one isn't an adult 'til 23). I haven't been an adult for 40 per cent of my life--not even close. Or maybe I don't wanna accept that I have been an adult for that long--but that's another iRANT for another day (I just better not wait too long or it'll pass me up).

It's been over a year for my job, seven for my car, eight since I broke up with E.B. (eight!), and 13 since I started driving. Where does the time go? The pages in the book seem to be turning much faster now--blowing by like a magazine resting in front of a fan. It saddens me--I wonder if I am stopping long enough to enjoy life...or am I just riding it as it speeds towards the future?

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