And all the clocks stopped working. . .

It seems an impossible task to correctly tell time in my house, I usually keep my clocks at least 10 minutes fast, if not 15 to 20. I know it doesn't actually help much, but I like tricking myself into leaving on time or where I will be early. Last week I noticed that the clock in our living room displayed 4:30 when I was fairly certain that it was at least 6;45. I was hoping I still had that extra time, but I soon realized that the clock was wrong from the second hand getting stuck. Ah well. 

We usually have some kind of electronic device near us, do telling the exact time is never a problem. Eventually I'll get that clock fixed though. Last night, we went out with a few friends and arrived home really early in the morning. My editor and I both had to be up before 10, so when I was woken by my tuxedo cat standing on my stomach and saw that it was almost 10, I freaked. I pushed my editor's shoulders and said "wake up! It's almost 10, we need to get ready," to which he told me that it was only 8:30. I grabbed my phone which was right above me and found he was correct. So, I went back to sleep.

The perception of time you have varies depending on your age and situation. As a kid, I remember time 'going' very slow. The school year seemed to go on forever, and the last day of school always left this odd feeling with me. When we were having fun, being outside and playing with friends, time seemed to stop completely until it was too dark to realize we let the day fly away. Hours seemed like a millennia, and with each passing moment, we changed into different people. 

Some days, I wish time would slow down to an almost stop, so I can enjoy the day (this mostly happens on my days off). Other times, like tonight, I wished time would go by so fast I wouldn't even notice if I tuned into an old woman. It was on of those days, work being excruciatingly boring and busy. There were a lot of things I wanted to do today, but didn't, half because I didn't feel like it and also because I knew I needed to write this at some point.

Even tough I have to work, I hope tomorrow takes a week to go by. I want to enjoy it, to have time to do. . . Everything. . .  

Well, that's enough for me tonight. I got to go watch my programs. I also, still, need to eventually clean this house. However, I'm pondering not doing for as long as I can get away with. Not because I'm feeling lazy, but because there are others here who could 'take the initiative to be versatile.' So, I'm not cleaning out of spite, cause I'm a jerk. 

Now where is that cake. . . .