OK, what the hell is going on with the space/time continuum in my immediate area?
I've been busy and working diligently in my cube. Normally, if I'm busy and productive, time flies.
I'm busy. I'm productive.
The hands on the clock are barely moving. There are hours left in my working day and it feels like its never ending. It's actually a little disorienting - I'm used to time flying and this slow progression of time just doesn't make sense.
Or is it the meds?
2006- Wolves 4 - Aeros 2
2004- The Cell's not done
- Short day
2003- Dragged
- Groggy
2002- Dad's cake