It feels like an eternity. Time has a weird way of stretching out here. So much shit happens, a month can feel like idk, two months. Seriously though, time is fucked up in here. I mean, I think of myself three years ago. Like, wow. I had a job and a car and a condo and like, shit. I paid taxes. Then the hotel found me and I had fucking Theon Greyjoy in my head, and when it sucked us all in, I was in fucking Wonderland. So. Yeah, I'ma go with 'a long time.'