Day…
Slowing.
Everythin…
Crawling at
a snails…
Pace.
I WANT MY WEEKEND! DAY BE OVER DAMNIT!
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
Day…
Slowing.
Everythin…
Crawling at
a snails…
Pace.
I WANT MY WEEKEND! DAY BE OVER DAMNIT!
You’re on the downhill slide, baby!
I fyou lived over here, the day would be over with in 28 more minutes.
Time is quirky like that, which is one of many reasons why I strive to ignore it. You know it likes the attention, likes being all important ‘n’ stuff.
Of course, now that you’ve earned some compensatory compressed time you can hopefully apply that to next week.
I have a 5:45 appointment. Watch the day snail by…