it's five past.. oh shit!

ever done that to yourself?

i was at the bar this evening, enjoying a few rounds in honor of our fallen pope/soldiers/dead presidents/your excuse here and i was thinking that it was closing on the appropriated time for me to be heading home to lie down and attempt to sleep while pondering whether or not cows really sleep standing up or if they're actually planning a revolution before our very eyelids. mr. burger king and old man mc donald, be afraid.. be very afraid. anyway.. as it happen'd, i looked down at my watch to see just what time it was and.. lo and behold! it was five past nothing. time had eaten itself. it had finally had enough springing forward and falling backward that it just gave the hell up. and then i realized that the little hand was only hiding behind the big hand. oh.. where did those preschool lessons ever go? thankfully, i realized what was going on just before i notified the entire bar of a rip in the space/time continuum. but just barely.

eat your heart out, hawking