The clock shows 7 on the hour hand, 25 on the minute hand, and… never mind, it’s now 26 on the minute hand and about 30, 31, 32 I gotta race the clock, 41 seconds and it’s already not true. Oh, it’s also 27 minutes now. Give me a couple more minutes and this blog will be filled with 250 words. It just…takes some time. Something like 55 seconds, no, more like, 28 minutes and 15 seconds. Oh my, I just noticed there is another clock in Mr. Westcott’s classroom and it display an entirely different time. It also does not produce the tick tock sound – the hands seamlessly travel through time and space, without any apparent jumps. For some reason, I am starting to get annoyed by the tick the former clock makes. It is periodic, almost meditative, but it’s causing me some sort of insanity – an exponentially increasing hatred towards the clock. Tick tock tick tock tick