mundane profanities #4: the difficulties of time management
if you saw me right now, you’d know that NOW is not a good time for me to be ranting about time management.
If you knew me, you’d know how time management does not even register in my personal dictionary. I cannot even muster myself up at a reasonable hour to go for a doctor’s appointment. That’s right, A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT. 5 MINUTES OF MY LIFE THAT I (DON’T WANT BACK); enough winging. Do you know how freaky it is to see a vial of your own blood? Whilst checking my personal details on this particular vial of iron deficient blood, I had a sudden epiphany: MY FUCKING BLOOD IS IN THAT VIAL. It used to be in my veins. It doesn’t feel like a part of me has been extracted or anything…it’s just that the blood is my blood, and it used to be in a vein, which is now in a plastic vial. Just made me feel weird.
But at least you can go and get choc chip cookies afterwards.
