My wristwatch officially passed away at 8:27 P.M. on this past Thursday. Thus, ended the long struggle that started last summer when it became known that in my watch's final hours it was causing disruptions in the space-time continuum. While I never learned how to harness this particularly fascinating phenomenon, I realized it was merely a harbinger of this particularly troubling time for me. I'm waiting for my next paycheck to go buy another watch, but the period of mourning is not yet over. I tried wearing watch the next day just so I wouldn't feel naked, but I kept looking at it and either freaking out or getting really, really confused. Today, I tried going commando (regarding the watch) and I never did quite feel right. I'll just have to move up my watch acquisition, but replacing a friend or appliance of six years just doesn't come that easy. It is still stuck in an endless moment of silence and will remain that way in my desk drawer until I finally get tired and throw it out.
Jeff C.
P.S. Let's not hear any of this mess about replacing batteries... It was time for a new watch long ago...
