Time, Time, Time...
Wednesday, January 12, 2005 I forgot to buy a dayrunner on my once a season trip to Wal Mart, and was feeling truly lost. I was coming up with all sorts of stand ins for it, even seriously considered marking up my Terry Pratchett calendar, until my mother, who should be canonized, went to the doctor and found that he'd put out a basket of them With His Compliments. Woot! Now I have a clear blue day runner...since those plastically jelly (is that what they are called?) purses may still even be in style, I feel so chic. I no longer have to rely on my rapidly deteriorating brain to remember Things that Need Doing. It does occur to me that I should take up drinking, at least I'd have an excuse for my actions...er, memory loss, but really, I think the problem with me is my grip of time seems to have disappeared. It slips away so very fast...and I always was absentminded.
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I never could get used to day-timers. Or dayrunners, if you prefer. They always run away from me. A pile of index cards works just fine for me. Strange? I dunno. Maybe, maybe not. Just different.
By g d townshende, at
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1 Comments:
Good stuff on the press release regarding your new position! Yay!