Just about an hour ago I realized that it is Thursday, not Wednesday. You'd think all the many clues in the day would have triggered this date correction, but I missed them. I have started noticing how often I look at the clock and then look outside for am/pm adjustment.
The worst thing about clocks is that they seem to move either entirely too fast or completely too slow. Each night when I wake up so many times, I always ask the clock to please at least give me an hour until I am looking at it again. How silly is that? Ultimately I end up with revolving time chunks. There is no clear deliniation between am and pm. It's all the same. I live in time chunks. Yes, that is the way to describe it.
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