There's a thing in realm of conspiracy theory called "missing time" where people can't remember where they've been or what they've been doing for whatever amount of time. You know, one minute you're walking down the street, the next thing you know you're sitting on your couch eating potato chips. Where did that time in between go? (The usual explanation usually involves aliens.)
So here's my point. I just had the opposite occur. There I was sure in my clock-reading skills saying to myself, "Self, it's 11:30. Time to go to bed." But of course I didn't go to bed, I had Tivo to keep me company. One episode of The Daily Show later, I look at the clock again - and behold! It's 11:00!
So I found some of that missing time. Now what do I do with it?
Books: I'll be sorely disapointed if I never get paid for all this work. If I was writing on one of those good old fashioned typewriters my floor would be covered in crumpled up pieces of paper.
So here's my point. I just had the opposite occur. There I was sure in my clock-reading skills saying to myself, "Self, it's 11:30. Time to go to bed." But of course I didn't go to bed, I had Tivo to keep me company. One episode of The Daily Show later, I look at the clock again - and behold! It's 11:00!
So I found some of that missing time. Now what do I do with it?
Books: I'll be sorely disapointed if I never get paid for all this work. If I was writing on one of those good old fashioned typewriters my floor would be covered in crumpled up pieces of paper.
