Where Does The Time Go?

Granted, it’s still only March, but I’m starting to suspect 2010 is out to kill me.

I’m working twice as hard as ever before while accomplishing half as much. I get up at 6, I go down at 1, I eat sporadically. Some days I’m in front of the computer, cranking through email, some days I’m in the basement, scraping at concrete. I’m an organized person by nature, yet I can’t keep track of all that’s expected of me. I made less money last year than I have since I was 15, and 2010 looks to be even leaner.

That’s not to say things are all bad; I have some good stuff happening in my life. I’m just trying to get a grip on how everything can spiral out of control so quickly. I’m completely dumbfounded when I hear someone speak of having nothing to do. I would love to know what that feels like.

You may wonder how I can complain about this in a blog, which is, admittedly, a bit of a time-waster. Well, let me tell you: all work and no play makes me a cranky bastard no one wants around.

I guess this is a rhetorical question, but I wouldn’t turn down a reasonable answer:¬†Where does the time go?