It seems as though I’ve lost all track of time lately. I’ve stopped looking at the clock because I know I’ll just be surprised that it’s either so early or so late. And now that my phone is broken I have no way of even knowing the time unless I’m by the microwave clock or on my computer. Now that I have a job this isn’t a very good habit. Honestly, if it weren’t for Abby I would be late to school every day. And if it weren’t for my friends pestering me with text messages I would have no life because I just lose track of the time.
There’s really no point to this post except that I don’t know how to tell time. Ahaha.