Fuckin' Twenty Four Hours

How am i supposed to do things like stare into space, trim my nails, snoop daily, and make up for my dirty habits when there are only fuckin' twenty four hours? I can't give up my last 7 hours of sleep. I need that time to solve the riddle of the apocalypse. Last night, i felt i was curiously close. Will you tell me how you solved your dealings with the time-space continuum? I only need a hint.