Time never moves for Mr. T

I am now ready for August 5th.  Also for September 17th.  Also for December 2nd (when I go visit dad and the sister and brother!).  It's quite disturbing when one wishes time would move faster.   That means my life would be shorter.  And I intend to life my life to the full until my expiry date.  So why does my brain wish my time away? 

I wonder, wonder woodoodiwoodidoo, OOH! Who wrote the Book of Love...!!! 

2 more hours to go at work.  Darn oh darn!