Tired is Tired

It is too early in the morning for my mind to operate at any near %100. Slipping like a bike in loose gravel, I struggle to grasp such concepts as time, and food. I keep having to redo math in regards to how much time I have left to accomplish all that I need to in the morning and it seems to be both too much and not enough at the same time. In my diminished state this does not make any sense but I am unable to find a solution. I fight to accomplish what I need to do, and ignore the clock at the same time.

Now that is difficult, those little bastards are everywhere. The random unmatched minutes of the clocks assault me in every direction. There is one on the cable box, on the stove, on the phone, on the radio, on the wall, on the computer. The announcers on the radio are even barking out random times, I swear to Chronos that their minutes pass differently than the ones here in compromise land. I am buying minutes with rationalizations that would not make sense to a COPS suspect. If traffic is good...If I shower faster....If I quit writing this....