Killing Time

Time and I, we don't get on,
More time to read? The hour's gone.
More time to sleep? Dawn's chorus come!
Time and I- we don't have fun.

And then, when I am wont to go
I curse the clock which moves so slow
With naught to start, I can but wait
For Time's my curse- I can't be late!

I'm going out in half an hour now...it's very frustrating. I'm meeting up with people from the library and we're going to a pub in Frodsham, where I know Nothing At All. I have money and taxi numbers on my phone and my gut has been sick with Social!Panic since about two o'clock. Teetering two steps from texting everyone and making up some incredible fib about how I'm sick (well, I do feel sick..) or babysitting or something because a whole lot of me is currently going 'LATE! WE'LL BE LATE! WE'LL MISS THE BUS! GET LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! BE LATE FOR MASS IN THE MORNING WHY YOU DOOO THIS TO YOURSELF' and the other bit of me is going 'Can we not just stay in and watch films about superheroes? Or read books? Or just maybe weep in a corner for a bit. PEOPLE ARE SCARY.'

Sometimes, my brain can go and boil it's bloody head. Stupid panic. Stupid irrational panic.

*continues to resist the urge to go and get ready because AM NOT LEAVING FOR HALF AN HOUR YET*