Fantasy Magneto
(Clearly, my time management skills and quiet time have not improved since 2011.)
Half an hour
Is all I ask for
Just thirty measly minutes
Time to myself
To be left alone
Yet it never comes to pass
Four people in eleven rooms
Five if you count the toddler
So, why is space so rare?
You all say things are tight
But everyone has a place
That is their very own
Except for me
All I want is thirty minutes
To bike and work a sweat
I am overweight
And out of shape
As you all tend to state
I am self-conscious
About this task
Since you all just love to judge
This is why I bike alone
And you said you understood
You agreed to my request at first
Then it soured fast
You passed through for snacks
And sudden work
That truly was not urgent
So I changed my time
To later on
When everyone was busy
Yet now it happens once again
This time you get there first
I cannot move the bike
So here I sit upon my ass
Watching my thirty minutes die
Legends of Windemere 
Can feel the frustration in this poem, Charles
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It was rather apt for today too. Not sure I should be happy about that.
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Yeah, timelessness on this subject is not necessarily a good thing.
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Oh man. So frustrating!!!!
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Extremely.
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I understand this completely. Finally got rid of the treadmill since I could never use it the way I wanted.
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I cry whenever I see clothes on my bike. I can only get to it 1-2 times a month. It’ll be easier during summer and if a schedule change happens, so I’m clinging to hope here.
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