Where does the time go?

I suppose I could start off with several guesses of where time actually goes, but I won't I'll see if anyone puts and idea in the comments. If I absolutely had to guess, I'd say probably Arizona or New Mexico. Those seem sort of like places that time forgot. Or maybe somewhere like Bentonville, Arkansas. It's a smaller city with a slower pace of life. I assume time would want to go somewhere to slow down, take it easy, put it's feet up. Ah damn, now I'm trying to imagine the physical manifestation of time. I still like to picture it as a old wizard type, pretty much the same as I picture sleep. I feel like this is an area I've covered already. Thus I'll just get to the crux of it, I mostly wasted my Sunday this week. It all started out so promising. I got an excellent sleep, rose early, groced. All in the usual Sunday fashion. But then I fell victim to the temptation of Correy. The Street beckoned and for the first time in some weeks I heeded it's call. I am satisfied with the result too. Nothing too crazy happens there suddenly. It's pure insanity, but drawn out over a matter of actual weeks. Slow moving soap. I assume they all utilize this device, to keep you crawling back. So that was a fair piece of the morning, watching that and making a breakfast. The breakfast was perogies, prepared the Tugboat way, which is boiled and fried in a skiff of olive oil. Don't like it? Do it your way. I've also baked them in a cup of water. It was spot on tasty. I forget what my inspiration was for trying that, probably a recipe on the bag, the kind I usually ignore with disdain. So that feast took my legs right out from under me and landed me on the floor, rolling around like an infant with a remote. Hours passed until I realized I should sweep and wash all the floors. It felt productive and led to lunch which was unremarkable. I did some tidying upstairs and put the laundry in, all very routine crap, not even sure why I'd share it. But then, oh yeah, then, I started watching Vice. The new "alternative" TV channel. I found the programming to be unique and interesting. Stories of the human experience that no one else is investigating. It would be like if a friend went on vacation and did a documentary about it, in a question answering sort of way. For example, if I went to Ireland to find out why their beer is served above zero degrees Celsius. Then proceeded to go around and ask why to a bunch of people. I enjoyed it is the moral of the story and watched it for hours in between my other inane tasks which were primarily done on commercial breaks. I had a back up show eventually but for the most part I just did cleaning stuff two minutes at a time. I'm currently wasting my evening on the computer before I plan to hit the hay early. I'm thinking maybe mid way through the nine o'clock hour. That should set me up nicely for another full sleep of a restful 7.5 hours. I'm trying to get my average up for the week. So Sunday, not super exciting this week.