Where does the time go? No, seriously. I know I’ve asked this question before, but things are really starting to get ridiculous. I have papers to write, Halloween photos to post, books to read, papers to grade, rats who need constant supervision, friends who I have not yet called to wish a happy birthday, exams that I ought to be preparing for, not to mention the occasional fun time to keep me from going insane. Where am I supposed to find time for all these things?! It must be out there, somewhere, hiding in the dusty recesses of some old factory, or lurking silently in a dark cave. Right? There must be some secret stash of hours out there, just waiting to be discovered. Alas, my one bonus daylight saving hour was squandered instantly. How to make the squandering stop? I’ve seen those crazy, uber-productive people who are just on top of everything–my school’s crawling with them. If only someone would tell me how they do it. Until then, I steadfastly maintain that those people are androids masquerading as humans. There is no other possible explanation. So where can I get one?