I just realised that it's actually March already. As in the year's third month. As in we're one sixth of the way through 2002. Whoa.

There's nothing scarier than time. Not even spiders, and spiders are pretty damn scary. If time had eight legs, was hairy, and moved really, really fast, I don't think I'd be able to continue existing in temporal space. I'd have to change dimensions, go somewhere non-chronological.

While I wish time wouldn't race along in quite such an expedient manner (what's time trying to prove anyways? That it's fast? We know that already; no need to make a show of it) I am happy that we're done with February -- the squat and muscular schoolyard bully of months -- and finally catching a distant glimpse of spring on the horizon. It's a way off, and it hasn't seen us yet -- March needs glasses -- but we're closing in.

And, oh, it's Friday. Yay. I'm getting broadband Internet installed in my apartment today, finally (after waiting two months for the phone-company to install ADSL, I gave up and called the cable-company on Tuesday; three days later, I'm all set), and after my regular Friday work-out I'm heading off to Onkel Donald, a very cool, very relaxing bar-slash-cafe in Oslo, to hang out with some friends.  ¶ 17:57