Original Author:
Sybil Vane
Piss, I'm cranky.
Is there anything worse than this: last day of spring break, during which I did very little breaking, an hour of my life lost to a questionable manipulation that sucks once you have a kid and that is always incorrectly pluralized, struggling over a conference abstract about something I don't really understand while the less encumbered Vanes bustle around getting ready to spend another day in the parks?
Yes, there are lots of things worse. But none of them are what I am doing.
It is my belief that 'spring forward' day should be a day when, in protest/acknowledgment of the artificiality of the whole time-keeping endeavor, we do things in an utterly unscheduled way. We eat whenever we want, we sleep precisely when we feel tired, we do not make appointments or engagements and we do not look at timepieces. We try not to know exactly how much time we have spent not writing this abstract (about
Lyell, ironically) since we sat down at the computer. Doesn't that sound fun?
It makes me want to barf actually, so bad am I about being unscheduled, but it's a good exercise now and again.
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