When I consider how my time is spent

[desperance]

Of all the ways I find to waste my time, crying "Oh, for God's sake! Will you stop doing that, you bloody annoying insects?" at already-dead fruit flies? Comes pretty high on the list of time thoroughly wasted. Obviously, by definition, they have already stopped doing that. One time pays for all, when it comes to drowning yourself in Chaz'z wineglass. Really, I should be crying my despair at the hidden queues elsewhere, the conspiracy, the next round of plotters. But oh, it drives me to distraction; I trot downstairs to stir a pot or whatever, and come back up to find my claret ... textured. Grr!