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[caddyman]

Tired again, but not as tired as yesterday. Another relatively early night should put it all to rights. I didn't make it to quiz night tonight; I had plans which were thwarted by severe delays on the Northern Line.

[insert generic rant here]

Still, it does mean that i get to use the icon jimfer provided for me.

The battery in my watch died today. I was horrified all morning by the fact that it seemed to be permanently 9.05am. No short-term memory, see. Still, a nice bloke in Samuels fitted a new one, and I can relax for another 18 months or so. It's not until your watch stops working that you realise how often in the day you refer to it. Well, I do anyway. I know a whole wad of people who don't wear a watch. I don't know how they manage it, I'm a slave to time. I mean, how do you know you've prevaricated properly if you don't know how much time you've wasted?

I have taken delivery of one of my nice new TARDISes. This is the phone flasher I mentioned here. I think they're already sick of it at work, since the sound FX work whenever you turn it on, as well as when someone phones, so I decided it was probably best to bring it home. Apart from which, it's not likely to get half-inched here at the Athenaeum Club. In the office things have a habit of disappearing if they aren't bolted down. Including, bizarrely, our Divisional Manager's coat a few weeks back.

Time, I think, to turn in and catch some Zs. It's just turned pumpkin hour after all.

Comments

[ysharros.livejournal.com]

"I mean, how do you know you've prevaricated properly if you don't know how much time you've wasted?"

I tend to know what time it is even without a watch; I do have one, somewhere, I just never wear it. Then again, I've got clocks all over the place, just not on my arm - on the comp, one on my desk, on the telly, in the bedroom, on the over, on the nuke, etc etc etc.

Then again again, the fact that I don't go to an office and have to look forward to leaving it may make me a bit more relaxed about the whole clock-watching thing. ;)

Good on you for more sleep.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

I was just given a watch for my birthday by my lovely wife, and it's a ripping little beast. I can wear it next time I happen to find myself 150 feet underwater, it'll do countdowns and I can time myself doing exciting things like driving to work and making a sarnie. As I went for years without one, I sometimes forget it's on my wrist, and lean out the office door to look at the clock. Addlepated old doink!

Hey, Bwyan, can't you use the combined powers of your TARDISes to get yourself across town - and on time? Bugger the rubbishy old Northern Line.