TARDIS

Times is a tricky thing. I always think I've learned to manage it, but then it slips away from me.

And I know that I could post regularly, that I could finish my work earlier, that  I could work out consistently.

Relatively speaking, they're easy things to do compared to rocket science and brain surgery. Yet, I never seem to do what I promise myself by the time I've promised to do it.

Dimensions of my personality conflict; some say work; some say play; the rest say I won't be happy no matter what I decide on.

In fact, I can hear them now; why are you writing instead of sleeping? Why are you considering sleep?

Space for all I want to do just never seems to fit into my schedule, even though I know it should and can.

Which is why, Santa Claws, I want a TARDIS for Christmas next year.