| | Edit: Obviously, I never know what time it is. Or when it's time. Or if it's time. Or to jump ahead in time or lag behind in time. I never get there on time, anyway. I can waste time. I can spend time. I can save time. I need a time out. I live on substandard bus time. Which is my own sweet time. I don't have time for this. They missed again. Maybe a few of them read my last post. This weekend most of the country will change their clocks again. Many are excited over the prospect of getting an extra hour to sleep in. How quickly they've forgotten it is that very same hour that was stolen away from them last fall. Does anybody really know what time it is? One county in our state has to move their clocks two hours. I'm not asking. Giving an insomniac an extra hour to sleep is like giving a bicycle to a fish. Happy weekend. Happy blogging. pw
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| | Posted 3/10/2007 12:57 AM - 1 view - 11 comments
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