I need six hours. In those six hours I would...
Get my brows waxed.
Finishing editing chapters three, four, and five of my friend's dissertation.
Send off Owen's school paperwork.
Make sure that I sent off tuition to Owen's school.
Organize my calendar
Get caught up on blogs.
Write a real blog that is not a list.
Clean out my email.
Clean out my blog email.
Figure out what Twitter is all about.
Write an ad for my business proposal.
Set up a web site for my business proposal.
Figure out a business proposal.
Write and submit articles for publication.
Read the five unread New Yorker magazines by my bed.
Call my brother.
Figure out a "quick and easy homemade Christmas craft" for an activity I am hosting.
Research what do with the remaining cucumbers withering on my counter-top.
What kind of world do I live in that the most relaxing event of my imaginary six hours of free time is...having a stranger rip hair out of my head?