Subtlety

Lately time has become so precious. I barely can withhold a shudder looking at the little white digits ticking away at the bottom of my computer screen. That clock has kept my life in time for the past few years, at the end of every school day, to the morning hours of the next, to every AIM conversation I just couldn't leave, to every batch of photos I couldn't stop editing and uploading, to every tired and sleepy moment of night, and all until my hands cramp up so badly I have now resorted to using my left hand for the mouse.

Really, I should save this stuff for senior year.

I wonder what this is.