Of counting and timing

You'd think I'd have learnt my lesson by now. After two failed attempts I should come to realise that my purpose in life is not to madly type away about the non-existent glamourous life I lead. My purpose in life is to be bloody rich and famous so that SOMEONE ELSE writes an unauthorised biography about my then glamorous life.

But I had to share with the world or rather my ONE follower (who's probably too busy to do any following at the moment) my absolute inability to be mathematical. I was rushing to enter a competition and the website had a countdown and I KNEW it was tomorrow (5 March) but for some strange reason I kept looking at it and thinking it was midnight tonight. So I scrambled to make a funny video ( i mean it WOULD'VE been funny if it got made but the Gods are not THAT kind) and after i went through all that trouble to get my mum to pretend that she's an extinct WA animal too. Aahh, such grand plans and such lousy software...and wasted two hours trying to sort that out. 5 minutes before midnight I finished all the other sections and hit the submit button and sat and waited and waited...until the countdown clock crossed midnight and showed that there's another 23 hours left. Why? Why? Why? What bad deeds have I done in my past life to warrant such a 'numberless' existence in this one? Maybe I was an Olympic timekeeper and screwed up timing for promising athletes or maybe I was an exam timekeeper who was very very strict with timing. That would explain my dreary existence in this life with such a strong aversion to anything involving counting/numbers. And on that sombre note I'm going to drown my sorrows in a glass of milk...