A Thought as One More Day Comes to an End
Sometimes I wonder if the only times I'm living as if every moment counts are when I'm waiting in line or running late. Otherwise, I seem to think I have forever, but under those two conditions I become gravely aware that the minutes are flying by.
I think this may be the makings of a tragedy, but one I can prevent.
Also, I am far too impatient as I wait in the drive-thru line at Wendy's at 11:30 p.m..
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Maybe you're not impatient. Maybe you're just hungry ; )