Obviously,

I took my time, for i was running out of time. I believe it painful to see someone, panicky and full of air, blow by the world with their arms flailing and their mouths running aground shouting, " there's not enough time! I'm running out of time! " I quickly stop these people and give them a firm lecture, "Running around like a crazy rabid, arm flailing bozo won't help time slow down. Now quit acting like a diseased animal and wipe that foam from your mouth. Thank you." But I contest further. I believe it to be an absolute waste of time to worry ABOUT having too little time. When time seems to be quickly draining down the hole, I do not rush it. I take my time slowly, usually by organizing my thoughts first, and then acting uniformly and presently on a singular objective. It's basically a form of insurance that you will get at least one thing done. A promise, an assurance, a reassurance even. A guarantee. Ha. I win.





remember, settle for something, not nothing.