If my clock could speak and I was who I used to be, I am certain it would not make the tick-tock sound it usually made for others. My clock would tell me all about the time I spent living - or not living - my life.

Only three ranges of sound: stupid, brilliant, okay.


Stupid... brilliant... okay... stupid... brilliant... okay...


Hopefully I'm at the brilliant stage, and my clock runs out of battery and forever stays that way.