The whole month has been a haze. All I remember is going to the mall a lot. At any given moment, Jingle Bells was probably stuck in my head. After all that, I still don’t have presents for my family. Oh, and I got a year older. Welcome to the LATE twenties. Tick tock. According to the unwritten schedule I made when I was twelve, I should have been attending those glitzy
Time’s a bitch. We’re in a such a fight right now.
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Oh, I'm in a major war with time. I think it's worse for women too. I'm farther along than you, and I can hear my biological clock ticking every night when I go to sleep. It ticks as I lay on top of my boyfriend, wondering if my oven will ever start baking a bun. Not that I want a bun right now (and not for a couple of years), but my biological clock would like to know that my oven has the option of inserting dough for baking.
Then I start wondering, if I need to start all over, where in this blasted earth am I going to find another man and get him in shape in time before my oven poofs into powder from lack of use? I mean, my man is supposed to be the "last man on earth". If he's not it, then I'm in trouble.
And of course there's the career stuff as well... But I think that has no gender-clock attached to it. The same urgency for all of us in equal measure.
I want to nap. Maybe it will all go away if I waste more time.
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