Writing and writing and time's up.

Time is crazy. I have so many things I want to do, so many things I want to finish, avoid, put off, accomplish, enjoy... But there are only 24 hours in the day, and a solid seven of those are supposed to be used for sleeping. I've learned that I am too selfish with my time, however. So I'll try to be better about that. Of course, if we didn't have to sleep, I think I'd just fill up that time anyway. There would never be enough time. That's just how life is. I wish I didn't have to be a manager of time. Time is like a two-year-old. You have to watch it every second.