I’m about to change my middle name to “late to the party”…because not only am I always late to the party, but I am literally…always late to the party.
Sometimes I really have to wonder where I am, or where I have been. I can’t account for the majority of the hours I have spent alive. Honestly….what am I doing most of the time??? (besides random blog posting)..?
Revision: I have just determined where I have been. It seems I’ve spent too much time reading up on cyborgs and the distant future, that the present consistently manages to escape me. Not only am I always late to the party, but it’s more likely I’m not even aware that a party is taking place. I spend far too much time with my head stuck in a cheeseburger to even notice.
As unfortunate as this is, I don’t really think there’s a solution. But this makes me feel better: