For the first time in my life I know what it is, to not have enough time.
Victim of one of the(non)logics of life, where raw numbers reign supreme. Where all that matters is the number of hours clocked and not how it is spent. Those electronic machines that record your swipe-in and swipe-out details donot know the difference between learning(?) 'C' and discussing eachother's non-existent love lives.
Still I like it this way. I like it when I don't remember the date or what day it is. I like it when I absolutely have no time to spare for other things. Early to bed and early to rise. Hmmpfh.The excitement of novelty may soon fade, not very unlike getting bored of the free coffee-machine coffee.
Alas....so-called Work.
5 comments:
early to bed early to rise...awesome..m lovin it!!
why does everybody's face light up with a sadistic glee when I tell them my timings? why? :-P
It is a wonderful feeling, I heard.. (vaguely remember too) the feeling of acknowledging the lack of time. Fills you up with a certain degree of propriety..
Good. I hope you get time to blog too, though.
RE:finding it difficult to organise thots baby!!it really is a tough thng wid a mind wanderng around 101 thngs...dint want to trouble u wid vague thngs!!
oye!!write!!!!!ur blog is weeping...i am tird of cmng to ur page n gettng disappointd..!!
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