Right now. Is gone. Right now. Is over even before I finish penning the letters R-i-g-h...

Right now might be captured with a photograph device, however, that is only a fragment of right now. A sliver of time, paused in a frame. But it doesn't fully capture right now to the right.

I felt as though I were just a bit smarter today than yesterday. Is that what "wisdom beyond years" supposed to imply? I can see the old man hiding behind his dusty stacks of wrinkles, spitting out some belligerent line about how much smarter he is because of all of the minutes that he has spent breathing, seeing, smelling, talking. The fact of the matter is that the older I get, the more strategic my thinking becomes. Age begets planners with nice paper and fancy fonts. Planners beget five-year plans and that's where I throw up in my mouth and spit it out, realizing that I just threw up in my mouth.

Speaking of throwing up.

After recovering from a stomach ailment, one feels a whole new appreciation for your body's limits. Thoughts retroactively hit the back of your head like an untreated 2x4 like, "Maybe that raw milk cheese that I sampled at the Farmer's Market wasn't the smartest of ideas. Pasteurization was implemented for a reason, I guess." I'm not really sure what caused the 24-hour illness that plagued me a few weeks ago, though it is a few weeks later and I can still appreciate how not sick I feel. Are you suuuuure youre not pregnant?" my boss would ask me upon revealing why I made her cover for me the afternoon that I puked my brains out. "I'm sure," I said. Frankly I don't care what caused it; as long as I'm not pregnant then I'm happy to not care. "