Now it is late. It is 5:43 a.m. despite what it might say on the clock. This is the subject (one of several) of noodniks anonymous. The infuriating passage of time. Why must time pass so annoyingly? Yet if it stopped obviously one would get nothing done. Yes, there is always the 'I Dream of Jeannie' and 'Bewitched' time stoppage. But real time stoppage would involve utter statis and remove all possibility of causal efficacy. Alas! How I dreamed of stopping time. Now it is flowing through my hands like...like...jergens lotion...