  My sista friend Hilary grew with Mash shows as her measure of time. For example, a road trip from her hometown the 3&1/2 hours south to Manhattan would have been 7 Mash shows. Her father Neal still responds to her queries of distance and time in these Mash Show terms, and I love this. So here I am at my desk with roughly 12 Mash shows to go until what I hope will be an early(3pm) dismissal.
Waking up this morning was filthy. I negotiated with myself that I could sleep until 10minutes before departure time, but this was only after several bouts of resetting my alarm. Also I have no alarm clock, so I've been using my cellphone to wake up for over a year which is completely awful. I pretended in my drunken haze at 2am last evening that I'd be willing to get up at 7:20am but instead I kept resetting the damn phone in 5 minute increments. I felt heavy and thick and I wondered how many minutes were too few to go back to sleep for. I found myself fully awake rationalizing going 'back' for 2 minutes, it was filthy.
So far, today is a gross one. The thing motivating me to peel myself from my bed was the premise of getting the day over with. I spend a lot of my day waiting for time to expire. I'm fairly certain this is a waste of life. I'd pay to watch those 12 Mash Shows right now. 
