Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Time does not move on Tuesdays. I have been at work for 8 hours (according to my watch), but in reality I have been here for something more along the lines of 36 hours. Each minute has been like 3 hours, except when I was eating, then each minute was more like 15 minutes until my sammich was done then each minute was back up to an hour per.
Speaking thus, I am not sure I will last until it is time to go home. I may have reached the end of my natural life and will never again feel the sun on my face and the breeze in my carefully sculpted hair. Woe is me!