Some of us wish we had more time, other wish there was less. I think sometimes I sway between the two. It usually depends on what my mood is and what plans I have for the day. For example, today i wish there was less. Mostly it's because my mom is home from work today. Don't get me wrong... I love my mom with my whole heart... But she's picky... The perfect example is my room. If it isn't completely spotless and in order I risk the chance of having all the contents of my closet thrown out onto my bedroom floor. And yes... That is exactly what happened. I've spent the past two days cleaning and organizing so that my room is up to her standards. I don't mind too much... But that's because I actually like cleaning and organizing. But my room is the place where I shouldn't have to worry about that. I don't see a problem so long as I can find everything. And I always can. But back to the topic at hand. They say that time heals all wounds. They should really say that time makes the wounds deeper first... and than heals them ever so slowly. So basically... I have a love-hate relationship with time.