Well, dear readers, there are simply not enough hours in the day. There used to be enough hours in the day and yet now there are not enough hours in the day. I think someone has taken some of the hours in the day. There is an hour thief somewhere and he/she has made off with some hours and because of it there are now not enough hours in the day. I get up at seven, write these here notes, shave and shower, leave the house by eight-thirty, arrive at work at nine, work until seven, get home (depending on traffic) anywhere between seven-thirty and seven-forty-five. I try to answer e-mails, I try to eat something, I try to relax and then suddenly it’s time for bed. Now, there used to be just an hour or two more to do things but they’ve disappeared. I know I am rambling on, but I need those stolen hours back, so I’d appreciate it if someone would catch the hour thief and snatch back the hands of time. What the hell am I talking about?
Last night I caught up with the two most recent Sopranos episodes. The first (from two weeks ago) wasn’t one of the best, but it was still head and shoulders above most television and even movies. But last Sunday’s episode was a shocker, a grisly gruesome affair that was riveting, one of the best hours of television ever. After watching the two episodes I thought I had another hour or two to do things but those one or two hours had gone missing and I simply had to go to bed to get my beauty rest.
Oh, well, why don’t we all just click on the Unseemly Button below, before any more hours go missing.
Has anyone noticed that there are simply not enough hours in the day? Damn them, damn them all to hell. Oh, well, just two more days and then it’s the weekend and I shall be able to relax and do my various and sundried chores. And I shall do my various and sundried chores with Luckie the dog. I spoke to my very own daughter tonight and she is doing very well indeed and sends all Hainsies/Kimlets her best.
Sorry, I just dozed off for a moment. I was trying to think what to write and just shut my eyes and then opened them and it was twenty seconds later. Now, not only are there not enough hours in the day, but there are also twenty seconds missing on top of the fershluganah hours.
Well, so much for the thief of time. I’ve had it with the thief of time. I’ve had it with stolen hours. I shall make do, dear readers, because I cannot listen to myself whine anymore. Whine, whine, whine (that is three whines). If I were in Wichita I’d be a Wichita Whineman. We don’t allow groaning here at haineshisway.com. Enough, I say. All is well, and well is all and could I let this go? Yes. Would I let this go? Yes. When? Now.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must get in my automobile made of parts and I must go hithter, thither and yon, after which I shall return to these here parts. Today’s topic of discussion: Tell us about the one person who did you dirt the worst, and what, if anything, you did about it. If you have no stories of that nature, then the second topic of discussion is – when you were a child, what song, or piece of music, got you hooked on music.