Time

It's very odd to think that it'd be very unlikely for me to still be sat here contemplating my thoughts if I wasn't waiting for another fire alarm..

But never mind that! Apparently I'm not the only one thinking about time at the moment, which is another strange thing (it's not something I stop to think about very often). I guess it's not so odd that I'm thinking about it, considering it's significance in a narrative (the subject of an essay I'm suffering over). Even as the imagined concept it is, it appears to underpin every element of our (everyone)'s lives. It would be wonderful, ironically, to have Bernards watch at the moment; so little time, so much to do. I might even have time to pull some childish pranks. Time is money, time is everything.