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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I love the clock-killing part of Vegas. I had no idea when I got up or when I went to sleep or whether I was drinking or anything else before noon.
I know this sounds silly, but how incredible would it be if we banned the observation of passing time? Seriously, if we banned the observance of time as its presently done (and fixated upon by idiots who have a hard on for "being organized and maximizing the day"), life would pass much more pleasurably.
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I am all for this, and it will be my mantra when I quasi-retire. In fact, my weekend was a warm-up. I pulled an all-nighter for shits and giggles on Friday night, and went straight to the Cal game and started drinking beer at 11:30 a.m. I was passed out at 7:00 p.m., slept 15 hours, and then went to an Octoberfest beer-a-thon yesterday afternoon, which led to $2 all-night Happy Hour until 2:00 a.m. I hurt, but it was worth it.
