Time, Time, Time

Another work week starts again and I'm already out of time for handcraft. It's 21:32 now and I'm still in a bus. I haven't had my supper yet. Should I skip it since it is late already? Or what.
Anyway, I must go to bed by midnight. No time for impulse actions.
I know that. I just can't resist them.

Above is what I wrote on the bus on the way home.
I've managed to knit for about half an hour. Well done, I think.
Sorry for all the complaint I made. It would be gone in a while.