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Somedays I am so busy at work that I can't get anything done. Then there's today. It's like Father Time got himself stuck in a vat of cold tar. Yeah, he's climbing out of it, but it's taking a while because he's got arthritis. Oh, that, and he's stopping every 15 minutes or so for coffee.

Here I am, minutes before the factory whistle blows, so, of course, every moment is passing even more slowly than that other slow time I was just talking about.

It's not like I have some exciting thing to do at home or anything. Mostly homework for this week's classes. But boy, I can't wait to get out of here.