The problem with time these days is there just isn't enough of it. It starts here and there with a few minutes getting a bit uppity and turning into half-hours when you weren't expecting, and then all of a sudden you find that those weedy little seconds you always took for granted are being backed up by huge mobs of minutes, all the hours are ganging up on you and don't look particularly friendly, and then, just to top it off, the daylight decides it'd rather slope off home early.
Poor show. I'll tell Father Time on you all; so help me I will.
The problem with living an eternal game of tag-tail with rapidly disappearing blocks of time is... well, the problem is that in many cases it wouldn't be a problem, if there wasn't so much to accomplish in any given day. I'm beginning to take on quite a zombie-like appearance - albeit that of a fairly studious and non-hunting one - as I sit staring at the same tatty booklet of lecture notes preparing for Monday's exam.
Am I prepared? Hells no. Not yet. I doubt I will feel prepared even when I sit the damn thing, so the best I can do in the meantime is use every available minute, even if those minutes don't like me.
This has, as you can imagine, somewhat limited my blogger time of late, so I beg your apologies for that.
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