Ever since my wife passed away, my life has become a crusade to murder time. Time is now my enemy and I ruthlessly murder it every day, any which way I can. When I wake up in the morning, I spend an hour in bed, coming up with more and more creative schemes to kill the bastard. It has a lifespan of 18 hours on that day (I can't sleep more than six) and I have to find a way to delete as many hours I can from my life. I don't want to let them pile on me, I want it to be already midnight when I can fall asleep. I know it is deliberate, premeditated murder and I don't care. I am curious to know if anyone here ever thought of time as an enemy?
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