And then I looked at the clock and it was 9:54

Time has flown today.

 I spent the afternoon doing a whole lot of nothing (picture me hanging my head in shame), so that might have something to do with it. But, ever since I tore myself away from the comforts of home and dragged myself to the library, I have been exceptionally productive (until right now, at least).

And time has still flown.

So, I propose that we extend the common saying that we all secretly (or not so secretly) hate to "Time flies when you're having fun AND when you're in the library listening to Christmas music even though it's March and planning out a presentation."

I think it's quite catchy.