A tiny amount of backstory...

Watches and almost anything that is meant to tell you the correct time and I are not meant to exist in the same time space continuum.

Every watch I have ever owned either breaks, stops working, or mysteriously vanishes. I've even had two pocket watches on the assumption that maybe the wrist is just not a safe place to keep such delicate contrivances. (after all the concept of measuring time is fairly contrived)

nope... each pocketwatch lasted less than a month...

So anyways, despite the fact that I've pretty much never worn a watch for any real amount of time, I have this strange habit of anytime time is mentioned in conversation or anyone asks what time it is I look at my wrist. I will push back my sleeve and look at bare skin. When did I adopt this habit and why? You would think that I would have never developed the subconscious desire to look at a watch when I never wear one or witness their destruction whenever I do.

Okay back to the original stream of consciousness... I focused on the whole wrist thing the other day when it happened to bounce into my conscious mind while I was staring at my wrist attemting to discern what time it was.

So I grabbed a pen from the person that I was speaking with and drew one.



the ink is kind of faded since I did this yesterday



so I attempted to use a photo editor to try and make it clearer to show everyone



and then decided to say screw it and just reinked it so I could take a good picture *grin*

Do I know what time it is? Hell yes! Its a quarter past Now!



hmmm... do these pictures qualify as a Half Nekkid Thursday entry?