Guys, the Time Management monster ate me. Seriously. He gobbled me up and spit me out. I stand before you clothes shredded, ship-wrecked on the shore of my to do list, gasping for air and calling for water.
Ok. Maybe it's not quite so dramatic. Or is it? Working two jobs (I also teach on the interwebs), writing a dissertation, commuting, blogging, preparing meals, seeing friends, working out -- it seems that there are just not enough hours in the day or days in the week.
I know about the FINDING THE TIME thing, so when I read this over at .erin gets gone., I knew I had to share.