I've been writing my theory course all morning and looked at the clock and decided I could make the pilates class I love (10:30-11:30) and still finish the proposal by 12. Got to the gym and wondered why no one was there at 10:31. Looked at the clock. It said 9:31. Its not that I thought it was off by an hour, I just still thought it was telling me 10:31. I asked the people there if we were still having class and they said yes, the class would be at 10:30. ...but isn't it 10:31 now???
...no you fucking idiot, it's 9:31.
Brandon's computer must be off by an hour and that's the only thing I've been doing all morning.
I got home. Nope, his computer now says 9:43. My gophone that I checked before I left also was right. Ninesomething.
Where am I? So far in my own fucking mind that nines are tens and I'm thankful that God blessed me with an extra hour.
my proposal is a go. phew! the email was the nicest one i've gotten so far from him. i actually got a 'woohoo.' thhhingss are turning up.
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