English Major Attempts Math, Fries Brain

Of the 24 hours in a typical day, I spend:

* 7 sleeping
* 1 making myself presentable after sleeping
* 8 working (seriously-- only like 1 of that is staring blankly at the wall or surfing blogs)
* 2 eating
* 1 commuting
* 1 watching TV, and that's if I'm being good and only indulging in like ONE episode of Grey's Anatomy instead of the 2-hour long spin-off crap where Addison finds out she's shriveled up and old and Meredith FINALLY gets someone to slap her for being such a little whiny biat-- oh, what was I saying? Right. 1 if I'm being good.
* 1 working out
* 1 doing dishes/laundry/yard work/making PB&J for supper (because I'm that awesome of a wife)
*1/2 at the tanning bed-- Yeah, I'm shallow. But at least I'm not ghostly white and shallow.

If you're playing along at home, that leaves me an hour and a half every day to get done everything else: reading books and blogs, balancing my checking account, shopping for graduation presents, nagging my husband to pick out a mother's day present for his mom, whining about my sunburned butt, whining about the 1 hour of working out, putting all my new CDs on my iPod, petting the dog, pooping, reading Skye's voluminous output of verbiage (which is really really awesome, by the way, and nyeh nyeh I get to read it before anyone else and then say someday, "I was Skye Forbes's critique partner before she was totally famous") and offering thought-provoking yet kind critiques... oh yeah, and writing.

Something's gotta give.

I'm willing to drop a few hours of day-job work. Somehow I don't think my boss would agree to that though.