A time-suck directory of 80’s era music videos on YouTube.
Now that I’m unemployed, I never know what time it is. My watch battery ran out three or four weeks ago, and I never bothered replacing it. The money can be better used elsewhere. I leave the house early enough to guarantee I’ll arrive at interviews ahead of time and when planning trips outside of the house for other ventures, I rely on that strange social habit wherein all strangers must answer when asked the time. Even at home, I’ll be sorting through job advertisements or photographs taken during the day and only realize it’s three in the morning because my friends in Japan pop up on messenger. Like now. Ouch. Yesterday I was worse, getting home at four a.m. and going to bed close to eight. This sleep thing the kids talk about – I’m considering trying it, you know, for the novelty.