Today, I lost an angel

I arrived home 5 minutes shy of spending 12 hours away, at work and traveling to/from work. Such neat division invites introspection, at least with regards to my planned use of time. Out of the 12 hours a day I have to myself, I unfortunately spend a good part of that sleeping, sometimes as bad as more than 6 hours (gasp). "It's hard to say I'd rather be awake when I'm asleep/'cos everything is never as it seems" (still addicted to Owl City as you can see) The rest is split between doing church work, and everything else. Time will come when this would not be enough to give me a sense of achievement. For now, though, I'm glad to have the space to do as I please.