Time aches by slowly. The computer clock reads 11:47 a.m. Hmm...What to do? I know. Clean up the desktop. Icons are scattered all over the place. Clean up is good - in life, too.
I discover, around 11:51 a.m., a few old Excel spreadsheets. I delete an old Word document --- off to the recycle bin it shoots!
11:52 a.m. Ironically, my non-video-game-playing self would actually prefer to play some computer interactive game than clean up the desktop. Perhaps I can invent a game in which points are won for shooting icons into the recycle bin within a certain amount of seconds. Pew! Pew! Pew! Ok...not going to happen. Focus.
11:53 a.m. I discover a half-remedied list in Paint.
"Hmm..." I think. "I should put this in an Excel spreadsheet. It'll give me something to do." Plus, I like being organized.
As I type and click away in the Excel wonderland, my eyes wander to the clock at the bottom of the screen. 11:54 a.m. it reads.
"Ok," I say to myself. "Click slower. Just organize."
After re-arranging some cells, I glance at the clock again. 11:57 a.m. Almost noon. You know how (some) people know the a.m. stands for ante meridiem? Well, I think it should stand for always-mocking. A few more clicks occur. 11:58 a.m.
Now, mind you, if I were using the latest version of Excel, I could teach myself to learn new tricks. But I can't. I'm stuck in the year 2000 and I'm already relatively decent at it. No use of learning new things in an ancient version.
I glance at the clock at the bottom right hand corner of the computer screen. 12 p.m.
Only five and a half hours to go. Only! As if "only" makes me feel better. Today is going to drag on.