time zones

Mood: sleepy
Music: NIN - ruiner

So yesterday I went across the street to babysit and entered into the secret time zone of where "...untill 6:15" really means "I'll call you at ten to seven, claim that my spouse will be home in ten minutes and we'll both walk in the door fifty-five minutes later!"

Which is peachy. Especially on a night where I have mountains of homework, but guilt and a feverish 10-year-old forbid me to nip across the street and retrieve it.

Gah! Adults these days...