The Burden of Being Psychic

Tuesday, April 04, 2006 | comments (3)
A couple nights ago, I decided to work through the night. The nice thing about the still time between 11:00 pm and 5:00 am is there's pretty much nothing else to do, aside from sleeping, of course. So for those of us who are rapidly developing a nasty case of the ADD, it can help focus our concentration.

Anyway, as I was working, I realized that almost every time I glanced at the clock on my screen, it was on an '09' minute of that hour. This wasn't something I was trying to do. It just worked out that way. First, I saw 12:09, then 1:09, then 2:09 . . . 3:09 - you get the picture. After I slept for a bit and woke up, I also saw 12:09 and 1:09 pm the next afternoon. It was beginning to freak me out. Then as quickly as it started, it stopped.

Normally, I'd think this was just an interesting bit of coincidence. But recently I had a dream where I was driving a white truck in a flood. The next day I saw footage of a truck driving in flood waters in Hawaii. I think what's becoming alarmingly clear to me (and I'm sure to you, as well) is that I'm a psychic. It's the only possible answer. Or maybe - and this is even more alarming - I have the ability to will the future. So with this fact clear, I'm just wondering now what significance the number 9 has. Or if something important is going to happen (or has already happened) at [hour]:09 o'clock.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Until then, I'm going to try hard to have a dream involving hand-cuffs and Angelina Jolie dressed in a police uniform.

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Have you been listening to side two of the White Album too much?

Posted by Laundro on Apr 05, 2006 at 12:22:16 PM
Can you play all 9's on the PowerBall?

Posted by James on Apr 05, 2006 at 5:10:12 PM
Nein, and nein. I refuse to put my psychic powers to use for something like gambling.

Posted by Rothko on Apr 05, 2006 at 8:28:36 PM

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