Sweethearts, no, I haven’t taken the test. I don’t need to. A couple of hours ago it was drawn to my attention: I am impulsive. This is no news to me. Never gave it a thought. Am shocked. And a reformed character. As of now I will attack my life, as advised, in two minute increments. Which is more than the average goldfish can claim going round in circles.
Word count 66. As the sand clock flies its crow probably doesn’t amount to more than 119 seconds.