Time after time

I think time seems to fly by when you're older because life generally reaches a sort of statis, and becomes more routine.

When you're young, your life is divided up grade by grade, you go from elementary school, to middle school, to high school, and maybe to college. Your life is measured out in semesters and summer breaks. When you're older, have a job, maybe a family, there isn't as much that breaks up the time into smaller, more recognizable pieces.

I have to pee.