I worked late last night. This happens more often than not and at those hours of the morning you don't need the vodka to help your mind wander because it will do it just fine on its own. Did I say that I worked late last night? At those hours there is a thin line between dream and daydream and the lines and the colors seem to work no matter how you shake it. It must have been close to three this morning and this painting was on the desk right before I tip toed up the stairs and slid into a cold bed and found her warm hand and in the morning I was still wearing socks. Did I mention that this happens more often than not?... Enjoy!
Finally, I've found the answer that has always been bugging me - thanks to Reddit.
First, the question:
I have multiple friends who are ALWAYS late. Why do people think that's okay? I'm always at least on time, but usually a few minutes early to whatever and it bugs me that people don't show me the same respect I show them by being on time.
And now, finally, the answer that I've been searching for:
Punctuality is the politeness of kings.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
In other words, you may be kingly, but your friends are wizards.
Alright - that doesn't exactly made my day... sigh!
