Not an Oracle

It seems that lately time has become my enemy. I can't seem to get a grasp on it. It's not like we were ever great friends or anything but I used to have a relatively good concept of how time passed. An hour would feel like an hour, a minute would feel like a minute but these days they don't seem to follow any sort of rules. They say time flies when you're having fun but what happens if you're not having fun and it's still hurtling by like the speed of light? I think that either someone has re-written the rules or this is some sort of universal joke.