Losing Track Of Time

I have published 135 posts, this one being number 136. It’s starting to get hard to remember what I have already written about and what I still want to write about. If I start writing duplicates or change my thoughts on something, then that’s how it’ll go. I believe I wrote a post about how piss poor I am at making plans. Sadly, that has not changed. I am still awful at making plans. Nowadays, I don’t really ever want to do anything. I work, play golf, and go to sleep. That's how I like my days to look recently. This post won’t be about my inability to make plans or how I never want to do anything anymore. I think I am going to write about how I am always late. I don’t think I’ve written something about this and I’m too lazy to check. I am awful at keeping track of time. I always over-dick things. That means that I think I have more time than I actually do, do something else, and inevitably become late to my original plans. The world could be ending and I’d still show up fifteen minutes late. During my first semester at college, I was so worried about being late. They take it so much more seriously than I’m used to. I’d end up showing up way earlier than I needed to. I wrote a post about that once. I was thirty minutes early! Maybe fear is the way to make me on time? I wear a watch, I always check my phone, and for some reason, I still lose track of time. My sense of time is terrible. Thirty minutes either feels like an hour or like ten minutes. When I’m getting ready to go out, if the time moves by three times faster, it is hard for me to slow it down and be on time. If the time is moving twice as slow, I’ll have a better shot at making it on time, but I’ll definitely over-dick it. I always feel like if I tell someone that I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, something comes up like having to walk my dog. Why can’t shit like that show up when I am bored out of my mind? Not when I am in a pinch. I have plans with Violet tonight that were originally set for nine o'clock sharp. She asked me to come a little earlier at eight thirty. I’m pretty sure I will be on time tonight. I’m going to be early, come hell or high water. Happy Wednesday, everyone!