Thesis madness
Writing a thesis does strange things to your brain. Cast your minds back in time to 2005, when I was writing my Honours thesis...

It was the final week of semester, with all theses due on Friday afternoon. I had a meeting scheduled with my supervisor at 2:30 one afternoon to go over my final revisions to a chapter. So when I woke up and glanced at the clock next to my bed to see that it read 16:30, I panicked. Leaping out of bed, yelling fuck-word after fuck-word, I ran to the phone. How on earth could I have overslept so badly?? I had to ring my supervisor and apologise for missing the meeting!

As I was standing there, holding the phone and realising that I didn't actually have my supervisor's number, my mother came into the room in her dressing gown and asked what the hell was going on. I explained that it was 4:30 in the afternoon and for some reason I had slept the entire day.

"...it's half past six in the morning. Go back to bed."

I looked east out the window, to where the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon.

"Oh."

I somewhat sheepishly went back to bed, where upon more careful examination of my clock, it did indeed read 6:30 instead of 16:30. It was also at this point that I remembered that this particular clock didn't even display 24-hour time.

Oops.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 6:16, 1 reply)

Nothing worse than getting the time completely wrong.
I often wake up thinking it must be ten in the afternoon and I've missed my hourly bus, only to find it's quarter to six and I've just woken up my (now very grumpy) better half.
( Bats, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 11:23, closed)