Dear Time:
I tried. It's not you; it's me. I made a real effort to make most of time (though no longer a virgin take that Robert Herrick)--gathering rosebuds while I may--had I but world enough and time--carpe the diem, and all that, but I just don't see this "use time wisely thing" working out. I have started a blog. Pretty soon I will be eating dinner in my underwear, blogging away. Perhaps I should set a time limit, for at my back I always hear--an incoherent paragraph with far too many allusions to 16thish centuryish poets appear. I hope, dear time, to not waste you one day, but to devour every minute. Perhaps, indeed, this blog will help me do it.
Sincerely ABE
For all my lamenting and breaking up with Time, I am glad to have joined the blogging world--if only for my own benefit, and that of my bfb ABE.
