Time, time, time. Technically time is infinite, but within the infinite time there are little fragments of time that are fixed. Sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, twenty-four hours in a day, three-hundred-and-sixty-five days in a year.
Of course, within all of these fixed measures of time, there are an infinite amount of time fragments. For example, in a minute 1.36 seconds pass. 1.366 seconds also pass. 1.3668 seconds pass too. The decimals keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger and they don't stop.
An infinite amount of time passes in a very finite minute. The same goes for an hour, and a day, and a year.
So one might think that because an infinite amount of time passes in a day, you would be able to accomplish everything you had planned for that particular 24-hour time period. Right?
Wrong.
At least, I sure as hell don't.

I struggle to find time to breathe. I'm constantly drowning in little responsibilities and menial tasks that I didn't take into consideration when planning how to spend my 24 hours. I barely find time to pick up a book.
And then there's sleep: The thing that creeps up on us, placing rocks on our eyelids until we can no longer resist the urge to close our eyes. That little bastard.

Our bodies are these wonderful things, yet they do not know how to function without a little bit of rest. My goal this year is to test that theory. Sleep? That's child's play.

I'm determined to accomplish everything I plan for my infinite amount of time in my finite day, every day this finite year. If it means giving up sleep, so be it.
I have a feeling I'm going to need a lot of coffee.

Hi. I'm Sophie.
And I've just given myself yet another method to procrastinate.