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This morning I woke up, looked at my watch, thought “I would pay serious money to someone if there was some way to buy another hour’s sleep,” looked at my watch again and discovered I’d misread it and had exactly an hour to go before I had to get up.
March 31, 2006 at 1:46 PM ::
so, how are you going to pay yourself?
a piping hot double tall chai latte sounds good.
hysterium on 03/31/06 at 02:52 PM ::
wait till sunday, when you lose an hour and no one even pays you for it.
goliard on 03/31/06 at 02:55 PM ::
that’ll be $3million, please. paypal is fine.
e on 03/31/06 at 05:50 PM ::
No! I think it’s me! You have to pay me! I’m the Goddess of Time!
Jo on 03/31/06 at 08:10 PM ::
Hmmm. I’m not sure about paying you for time, Jo, but if you’ll throw in some of those pills that make you see trails, we’ve got a deal.
'mouse on 04/01/06 at 12:15 AM ::
Now that she’s on drugs, she probably doesn’t dream about me as often. It’s an unfortunate side-effect.
Keith on 04/01/06 at 12:49 AM ::
oh, keiths, there is no drug known to man that interrupts keith dreams, shame on you! (she’s off flying, i believe, so i’m filling in here until she gets online :)
e on 04/01/06 at 08:45 AM ::
i mean on a plane…
e on 04/01/06 at 08:45 AM ::
I’m abso-bloody-lutely certain that’s my hour. We had a potential extra hour’s sleep last night (end of daylight savings) which I knew about when I went to bed, but then forgot this morning, getting up an hour earlier than usual.
I lost an hour!
Give it back, or pay up!
boot on 04/01/06 at 04:04 PM ::
no, no, we’re losing ours here tonight. begining of daylight savings.
i’m so confused.
e on 04/01/06 at 04:08 PM ::
but if you can just describe that hour, by way of identification, i’m sure we’ll be happy to reunite you.
e on 04/01/06 at 04:09 PM ::
That’s right, e. Start of Autumn here, start of Spring there (I presume). See - you guys stole it!
It was all warm and restful and nestled inside a lovely big quilt, dark and quiet and sleepy.
Mine!
boot on 04/01/06 at 04:15 PM ::
nope, sorry, that’s not the one we have here. our is summerlike, 80F here, long shadows and children playing in the streets. it’s getting scooped off the night and tacked on at the end of the next day. yours must be some other hour. we do wish you the best in finding it.
e on 04/01/06 at 04:21 PM ::
Oh.
[sniffs]
No, that’s not it. Excuse me, I must go look for my lost little hour.
boot on 04/01/06 at 04:25 PM ::
There there, i wouldn’t worry about it. these little guys have a way of showing back up again just when you least expect them. I’ll bet, around about October, why there he’ll be just as good as new, bursting to show off all of his adventures on the road. trust me, i have experience in these matters. he’ll be fine.
e on 04/01/06 at 04:32 PM ::
The underlying sentence isn’t much to claim, but the dialog between e and boot is quite stash-worthy.
'mouse on 05/29/08 at 02:39 PM ::
(every time she [sniffs] it just breaks my heart...)
e on 05/29/08 at 02:57 PM ::
Ah, good times. Good times.
[sniffs]
boot on 05/29/08 at 04:28 PM ::
no, that’s not it. it’s loss, i’m just not good with it.
[sniffs}
e on 05/29/08 at 04:29 PM ::
Oh, I did used to love that hour. Apparently it had a shooting star in it.
boot on 05/29/08 at 04:30 PM ::