I just looked at the clock and realized the time: 9:23. When I come to think about it this is pretty much what I do every night at that time; look at the clock while I'm surfing the net and realize that I should go to bed so I can wake up the next day without being late, then go back to surfing for a few more hours.

So, what are you doing, Matazonians, at the hour of 9:22pm? Drawing? Posting? Sleeping? Jumping-jacks? Surely there must be some pattern.

I've just got this strange idea that seeing a person's actions at one specific point in time can really give you some insight into their personality. No?

I'm only posting 10 minutes after you, but it's 6:32 PM.

I am baking bread and getting ready to do ebil, ebil homework.

But if you meant what will I be doing when it's actually 9:22 PM...probably still doing homework, I'm afraid.

9:23pm

Tonight I'll be reading bank stuff, reading a book I found at the used book store, sending some e-mail regarding one of my jobs but at specifically that time there is a better than average chance that I'll be here at the computer. Usually playing some online game that I don't really care about.

Currently Hexic, Sudoku challenge, and Inspector Parker.

Usually already in bed and deep into REM, sometimes still pondering going to bed. Othertimes up talking to people and no where near thinking about bed. Its 11:08 here now, but an hour and a half ago I was probably talking to people online and madly typing up my NaNoWriMo stuff

I was at work. But Huzzah for getting off at 11:30, 3 hours earlier then usual.

last night i was at home shooting people all over the world on battlefield 2, tonight I will be at home reading, tomorrow I will be at work looking after a whole load of very drunken students and some very tired ones running a party.

I was making blu tac models behind the bar when it was quiet.

At 9:22, usually at a friend's house, or with said friend elsewhere. Or poiing. Or on the computer. Tend to do homework earlier, and then later as well. 7:30-10 is my "food-and-break" slot.

I'm usually finishing up the homework that I put off so I could post here in the afternoon. If the homework is done I'm usually reading, surfing the Web, or practicing a bit of piano.

Generally at 9:23pm, I'll be taking a well-earned break from all the hardcore procrastinating I've been doing throughout the day, to have my dinner and watch some TV. After that I've got 3-6 hours more procrastinating to do (depending on how early I have to get up the next day), in which I might generate about half an hour's worth of actual work.

And yes, I am procrastinating now.

That's half an hour more's work than I usualy produce!

Normally at that time, I am saying to myself I should go do some work, or get to bed early, or do something interesting.

Then I look at the clock a bit later and I have just lost an hour.

Woe is me and my lost time.

It seems strange to me, this mystical minute, because it just sort of creeps up on me. I usualy have no idea of the time until I look at the clock and it's usualy around 9:22 when I do. Must be the arcane workings of some internal clock, which is strange considering my horrible concept of the passage of time. Where do the hours go?

I am currently staying up in the vain hopes that my friend in sweden will read my email, and call my friend's house in slovenia. You see, she's just tried to commit suicide. And he's the only one who has her number. So I can't call and wake up her roommate. All I can do is sit here. And hope she's not dead yet.

i would say.. but there are innocent minds present

Really? Where? Send 'em IRCwards

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Ah, well it seems I've had a lapse in judgement. I'm only at my computer at 9:22 on weekdays, when it actualy seems late. On weekends it is replaced with the much more extreme 1:16.

9:21 here, where I am procrastinating writing some more NaNoWriMo, at which I am currently 2,600 words behind for the day. I've been forcing myself to do 1,000 word sections each day and I am determined to be caught up by the 27th.

Oh, now it's 9:22. Huzzah!

well, last night I was practising olaying the drums, just 'cause the neighbours are away and I can.

Hooray for procrastination.
And for someone else knowing how to spell procrastination (i assume..)
At 9:22 last night I was planning on putting some washing on and sorting out some homework whilst thinking about whether winamp looks better in one skin or another. Suffice to say both activities remain undone.

And I declare myself the king of procrastination. But Daria is welcome to be queen.

It's 9:22 am and I'm revising 'cos I'm on study leave and have exams later.

Actually I'm procrastinating about revising.

At 9:22 last night I was sitting in the same place I am sitting now thinking about starting on art homework. (I never did)

At 9:22 a few minutes ago I was sitting here with a mug of shreddies and eating them, thinking about what the art homework actually was.

These evenings I'm either getting off work or hiding out somewhere avoiding conflict in the household.

I generally thinking moving plans, job plans and/or procrastinating knee exercises.

At 9.22 this morning i was ambling round my biology classroom with a boiling tube of yeast (probably) doing coursework investigations.

At 9.22 last night i was on a train.

At 9.22 yesterday morning i was half asleep.

At 9.22 tonight i will be hanging about doing nothing and procrastinating about my chemistry coursework.