Don't ask me for the time.

So I have a problem.

See, when you're in college, you have all this filler time. Where you're just in between; between one class and the next, between meals and library time. That kind of thing. My filler time has always been right where I'm between consciousness and sleep. You know, those last couple of minutes (or hours for you insomniacs) where you're just laying in bed and you aren't exactly awake to the world, but you're wide awake to pretty much every single thought and emotion in your head.

There's nothing wrong with that, right? I like to call it my "special" time. :) NO, not that kind of special you morons.

*...*

The problem that I'm facing now is that my "special" time has somehow managed to extend. Now it isn't just thinking before I go to bed. It's when I'm walking to and from class... or when I'm having dinner... or even sometimes when I'm in class. And now I'm pretty much just living in my own little world. When I walk down the street, I don't hear what's going on around me (could be that iPod, too). I don't really look at the people or places that pass me. I'm no longer attuned to the world around me... and it's becoming quite disturbing.

Today, a woman in the elevator asked me for the time. Distractedly, I told her it was 1:15.. not even bothering to check my watch. When I got to my dorm, I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was 2:30.

What the hell is wrong with me!

I need some sense slapped in me. Then I need to be slapped senseless.

:)

Lady in elevator, I apologize and sincerely hope I caused no inconvenience. I can only imagine.. "Hey, it's only 1:15.. there's still an hour left before I have to give my terminally ill son his life-saving medication."