After realizing I now have all the time in the world to read I'd probably wind up breaking my reading glasses and uttering "That's not fair. That's not fair at all. There was time now. There was all the time I needed... ! It's not fair!" before some omniscient voice begins telling the story of my plight.
No no I kid. Actually every time I think of this scenario I always find myself wanting to just wander around doing all the stuff I can't do now. Like drive on the wrong side of the road, wander through peoples houses and look at stuff, collect things I've always wanted but couldn't afford. Yeah its not really all that deep but I guess the prospect of being completely alone in the world is a little too horrifying to delve much deeper.
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“My god I must have missed it...its hell down here!”
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