"Time-poor" is my new favourite descriptive word. I need more hours in one day. Twenty-four bits of sixty minutes are just not enough. The eighty-six thousand and four hundred seconds allocated, depending on your choice of time-keeping instrument, tick, flip, flash, or blip by. Just like that. There's still so much to do and so much that's not done. While we're at it, more daylight hours, please, if it's a glorious fluffy-white-clouds-and-blue-sky sort of day like Monday. In the middle of winter, can you believe it?
9 comments:
Hear, hear. Maybe we need a life coach? But I am scared s/he would say I have to stop spending so much time on the interweb.
I want more daytime AND nighttime hours.
Ms G,
No newfangly life coach nonsense. No! I'd like to think that I already am a pretty good one for myself. And you for you.
I was actually whinging about not having enough time to spend on the interweb...x
Hey Ms B,
Maybe us time-poor girls should move to Iceland.
Long days in the summer and long nights in the winter (did I get that right?). It's still 24 hours in one of their days but it's a good way of deluding ourselves into believing that there are more, no?
If all else fails, there's always Sigur Ros and the old Gus Gus boys. x
i wholeheartedly agree...ohh spelling...i'm very sure if my computer broke i would get a lot more done...luke has often threatened to throw it away!
Maybe the boys in our lives should form an interweb widowers' club and drink loads of beer.
i need to train my body to 'sleep blog' thus freeing up more daylight hours for afternoon drinks with my new obsession. xxx
Dear New Obsession,
Oh, the deleted comment was just so riddled with typo "horrors"! Here it is again, hopefully, grammatically-sound:-
"Dear New Obsession,
More time for all our "tai-tai"-ly pursuits if you master the art of "sleep-blogging"! And share it. xxx and x"
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