Is it just me or does it seem that there aren’t enough hours in a day?

The day starts with me reluctantly leaving slumberland to quickly shower and get dressed and head on off to work. Then comes the paradox of time when you’re at work — on one hand the hours feel so interminably long that you can’t wait until your 8 hours are up, but on the other hand you don’t seem to have enough time to finish the tremendous amount of work that needs to be done. So somehow while at work, time moves too slowly and too quickly at the same time.

And then when the work day is done, you just want to kick back and relax. But a little voice nags at you, “When are you going to find time to exercise and keep fit?” You ignore the voice and think to yourself, should I watch TV? Should I go online? Should I read? There are so many things you want to do with your time, but you can’t seem to cram it all in one day.

And soon, it’s bedtime, and while you enjoy the thought of a full 8 hours of sleep (or more!), you have this feeling that there’s so much more you want to do before retiring for the day. And then you finally *do* go to sleep, and the next morning the cycle repeats itself all over again. Maybe I should move to the South Pole where the days and nights stretch on to forever.