I find myself forever questioning where time disappears to in some situations, or what it clings to in others. I'm either counting the minutes or wishing them away. We either want to forever relish what we have today or desperately reach for what we think we'll have tomorrow.
'Today' and 'Tomorrow' are both exponential, simply nouns which can harbour a variation in meaning. Don't search for some composition of meaning because you search to discover, and i'm not open for exploration.
7 different deposits of work have made me irritable, a depleating laptop life again makes me irritable. I let my sister convince me to eat one of those microwave roast dinners. Which, note, had the consistency and smell of an aeroplane meal. Still feeling hungry makes me irritable.
In short, mood; irritable.
I have found a new society at college to blog-slate. I call them them the pre-menopause WI, they gather in the library (granted often where i am trying to 'work') and fuss like post-pensioners over tuperwear about absolutely everything. One of them, quite tragically, cut her finger today while she was flapping her hands about something else. If they coo over another picture of a kitten or puppy in my presence i'll track it down, mangle it and pop it in their matching handbags for their next lunchbreak discussion.
I adore the new oreo advert, oreos are good eats, unlike 7min chicken dinner.
SOS. save our sanity.
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