shag.
long queue.
wait for non existent bus.
rush to MatLab.
Queue again.
Lab close.
Back at 825am.
Sian.
Printer no more paper.
Must do and print again.
23 more pages to print.
Go library to stunt some paper.
but Printing shop not open yet.
So i wait again.

A cat and mouse Game.
Time and tide waits for no man.
I hate waiting.
Gimme a gun.
For a hole in my head,
I would love to put through.
But alas I am kidding.
For life is to precious,
And I wouldnt leave my baby alone,
In this cruel and evilish World.
Where time stops,
And creulty prevails.

The agony of waiting.
I do hope the minute hand,
of the world clock,
rotate at a higher angular frequency.
So that time will fly,
As if I was having fun.

Poetic I may not be,
But aware of time I am.
For Time and tide waits for no man.
In this cruel place we call home.
Surely help must arrive soon,
I pray for nimble body ,
and nice sneaky feet.
Stealth and invisibility.
As i await the gates of freebies,
to open to its maximum girth.

Creep in I shall.
And steal 30
No, not dollars.
But white sheets we call paper.
And head back to the Lab I shall.
To complete the daunting task.
For time and tide waits for no man.