8 p.m.
Eight o'clock. 20:00 hours. This time in the evening is the worst. It's too late to really do anything as I am too tired to accomplish much but it is too early to go to bed. When I look at the clock and realize that it is 8 pm. I get a little depressed as that means the evening is nearly over. It is almost bed time. Each night, I try to eat dinner around 6 or 6:30 and I try to start getting ready for bed by 9 p.m. So the 8th hour is nearly wasted. Usually it is spent trying to stay awake while I watch t.v., but a lot of the time I'm dozing on the couch around this time. I get depressed when I see the big hand point to the 12 and the little hand point to the 8 because that means that my leisurely free time is almost over. The day is segmented into sleep, work, chores, meals, and leisure time...with the least amount of time being allotted to free time. Each day on the ocho, I am reminded of this sad fact. Sundays at 8:00 pm are the worst because it means the weekend is almost over. An 8:00 on a Sunday at the end of a week off work is probably the saddest hour of the year.
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