Restless

I am restless. Very, very restless. Restless beyond all recognition. Can't something happen now?? At this very moment every minute feels like an hour, at the same time as every hour just flies by, the real hour that is. Why is time so weird? Why does time keep playing games on me?

Hmm, there are some sea gulls copulating on the rooftop on the other side of the street. I wouldn't mind being a bird. Imagine how it would feel. How it would feel to fly (I am not talking about sex anymore, if you somehow misunderstood that ;-p ). Anyway, I should return to my book. And after that I'll drink some sparkling wine. Just because I can.

Update: My neuropsychology book is also discussing copulating...