I don't have time to do anything. Which is odd, since if you think about it, Mozart had exactly the same number of hours in the day that I do, but managed to compose beaucoup symphonies and stuff. So did Bach, Feynman, and even James "Eric" Tilton.
Time, in general worries me. As far as I know, it's the only thing we know of that we can't measure, besides love. I mean, think about it. There are no such things as "timeons," or "hourons." (Sure, there's houris, but that's another religion entirely).
Well, it's not true, actually. We can measure the passage of time. But time, in and of itself, we can't measure. Just as with love, we can note its presence or absence, but not the actual emotion itself. Does this imply that time is an emotion? Or am I just confused?