Ten minutes
Did you ever notice that "spending time" is by far the most efficient method of describing the concept of, well, spending time? Spending it. Like it was cash. "I love spending time with my daughter," said the commercial on the radio, and the "spend" part started to bug me. But it doesn't really bug me now.
There are parts of the day where time just flies by, and parts where it doesn't, and you have to sort of do stuff to make it go past. I often consider that if the day was just a little shorter, we could skip those bits where you have to think about the watched pot. That's what I'm doing now, I'm watching the pot. I made general tso's chicken (recipe: fry chicken, add frozen vegetables and general tso's sauce), but I forgot rice. So now I sit waiting for my instant rice to cook. It takes a very long time for these ten minutes to pass. I am reminded of the character in Catch-22 who tried to live life as boringly as possible so that they would live longer.
I have five more minutes to wait.
Sometimes Tivo is a curse. I know the synopsis of every show before I watch it, and sometimes after a few minutes, with the help of the synopsis, I no longer feel like watching the show because it's lame. But without the synopsis, it would have lasted a bit longer.
I remember visiting the Sam's Club near here with a friend who's a member, and buying a near-infinite supply of Butterfingers, because I could. I hate Butterfingers now, and it's my own fault.
Dum du dum. Oh it's done now.
There are parts of the day where time just flies by, and parts where it doesn't, and you have to sort of do stuff to make it go past. I often consider that if the day was just a little shorter, we could skip those bits where you have to think about the watched pot. That's what I'm doing now, I'm watching the pot. I made general tso's chicken (recipe: fry chicken, add frozen vegetables and general tso's sauce), but I forgot rice. So now I sit waiting for my instant rice to cook. It takes a very long time for these ten minutes to pass. I am reminded of the character in Catch-22 who tried to live life as boringly as possible so that they would live longer.
I have five more minutes to wait.
Sometimes Tivo is a curse. I know the synopsis of every show before I watch it, and sometimes after a few minutes, with the help of the synopsis, I no longer feel like watching the show because it's lame. But without the synopsis, it would have lasted a bit longer.
I remember visiting the Sam's Club near here with a friend who's a member, and buying a near-infinite supply of Butterfingers, because I could. I hate Butterfingers now, and it's my own fault.
Dum du dum. Oh it's done now.
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