Sunday, April 03, 2005

"Damn the time change."

As my brother says, "Damn the time change."

Keeping track of this kind of stuff is what I'm all about. I'm usually the guy reminding everyone else to set their clocks so as not to be late or early the next day. Not this year.

I was just starting to stir to levels of conciousness this morning when the phone rang. On the other line was N, "Where are you? Didn't you know the time changed? You're late for work."


Jump out of bed, rush out the door. Forgetting to walk, feed the beagle. Forgetting personal care such as deodorant.

Damn what a start to a glorious Sunday.

Mood: Late
Music: Hidden in Plain View


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