Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Too Much Time on My Hands.

Speaking of time - what time is it really? Unless you have an atomic clock, isn't it just an approximation? Every clock I have says a different time, so I have no idea what the "real" time is, but I guess I'm pretty close since I'm never late.

Sometimes, I have too little to think about and this is what happens. It is also what happens when I'm driving back from LAX alone with only Blondie for company and it's almost rush hour. As a responsible driver, I was not on the phone, although I might have liked to talk to someone who was not myself.

Because I could have asked them what time they had.

A hobby. I need a hobby.

That isn't thinking.


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