I want it.
I don’t know where to get one, but if I can’t find one I’ll make one, or hire someone to make one for me because I HAVE to have one.
I don’t like being a late person.
I don’t want to be a late person, but it’s just part of my genetic make-up.
Who are these people who are able to consistently arrive on time to the places they are supposed to be?
How do they do it, I wonder?
Can they always find their keys?
Do they never misplace their purse?
Is the gas tank always full?
Do they never have bad hair days?
Are the roads they drive always free from big slow trucks or tractors?
Who are these freaks of nature?
Are their lives so boring, predictable, organized, and bereft of things on their to-do list that just before they’re about to head out the door they never try to squeeze in just one more phone call, load of laundry, email response, or check of the items they’re watching on ebay?
Whomever you people are, I admire you, and hate you.
I want this clock.