The Land Before (or more accurately, Without) Time

Last week, my Swiss Army watch, the same one I have worn since high school, broke. No, the battery didn't just die -- the face became detached from the insides. I know I could get this fixed and I probably will, but for the time being, I have no watch. And it drives me CRAZY.

I don't understand how people exist without watches. Many claim they just use their cell phones to keep track of time. But it's so much easier for me to glance at my wrist than locate my cell phone, which at any given moment could be buried at the bottom of my purse, in my coat pocket or left at home/on the T/in Starbucks.

So my world is rattled by being sans watch. But it goes further (farther? I never know when to use further vs. farther...) than that-- the clock on my laptop is also not working. It has said that it's 8:28 p.m. for the past two weeks. My laptop is running very slowly and gimpily and I need to take it in to get fixed, but since the internet still works, I keep putting it off. To make matters worse, the only clock in my apartment is the one on my microwave and it runs consistently ten minutes slow, no matter how many times I reset it. I have no alarm clock -- when I have to get up early, I use the alarm on my phone.

So I'm existing in a sort of timeless vacuum right now, folks. It's disorienting, but also a little liberating. Right now, I have no idea what time it is because I'm too lazy to go check the microwave. I know it's afternoon, but beyond that, I got nothin'.