another absurd entry...sorry

I thought I would share what I do in my incredibly interesting life.

I hear lots of people talking about "not having enough time". That whole phrase doesn't really make sense to me because, first of all, you cannot have time like you have a book or something, it is just an idea, so there is no way you could not have enough of it. Secondly, well I actually don't have a second thought about it anymore.

Well...what I am getting at is this: if time can be had...then I have too much of it right now. If it were possible, I would give my extra time to all those people whose time is hiding in a bush or is off wandering. I would probably put it in a package with a nice bow and send it to them in the mail. I don't know if time does well in the mail...does it get torn or bent? carsick? does it need bubble wrap? how much does it weigh? I don't know...that all seems a bit too difficult. (I use ... way to much...it annoys me...it probably annoys you too...why do I continue to do it... ... ...)

Well this is what my large amount of time and I have done today:

Made a map of the creases in the palm of my left hand...so I never get lost?

Drew a map of my favorite sitting spots by my house. Maybe I will give it to someone I like so they can enjoy these spots too.

Made a list of all the things I do to escape, just in case I lose my mind (don't worry that won't happen, I've got a map of that too and a tracking device on it)

Cut abuncha (don't worry, it's a word. It's England English for a-bunch-of. Trust me. It's okay) circles out of lotsa (again, England English. This is okay too.) pages in a magazine, and glued them in my journal. (can you guess the magazine?)

AND I wrote an award-worthy post on my blog. (It couldn't have been done without my loyal companion, Time, I love you man)

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