The shackles of language and measureable time

Had driving class today. I rock at driving. Am aiming at getting my licence before summer (you may laugh).

Been thinking about myself (SURPRISE). How come I'm so focused on my romantic life? Whenever I'm successful there, my whole world lights up (very rare occasions). If/when things mess up, all aspects of my life do too and I become depressed. What a viscious circle. Okay, it's not even a circle, but you know what I mean. An internet friend wrote about this phenomenon in her blog - it's obviously a known psychological phenomenon, and I'm not alone with this. Poor me.

And ohmigosh, Swedish readers, check this out. Akaporr - academic porn! So me.