What happens when everything is due on the same day.

Last night...

Me: Hm. I have an art project to do, an Histoire Canadienne lesson to plan, and math homework to finish. Bet I can get them all done tonight.
Clock: Oh NO YOU FUCKING WELL CAN'T.
Me: WATCH ME. LOOK, I AM PAINTING LIKE A MADMAN HERE.
Clock: I RACE YOU.
Me: YOU'RE ON. *paints*

Time passes.

Me: HAH. Take THAT, fucker. I'm done.
Clock: You forgot your math.
Me: ...
Clock: And the laundry. You forgot that too.
Me: ...
Clock: You have no pants, you know. No pants at all.
Me: FUCK YOU, MR. TOCKY NUMBERS MAN. IT IS TWO OF THE CLOCKING. I GO TO BED.

Morning.

Me, wandering dazedly up the stairs, singing: Toast in the toaster, bacon and eggs, fish on the grill, elephants in a small cup of... buh? What is this dry butter bready stuff on my plate?
Siblings: That is toast.
Me: Toastybread? Breadytoast? What does one do with the toastybread? Shaped like a hat. Wear the toastybread, maybe?
Clock, smugly: That's what you get for fucking with me.
Me: QUIET YOU TICKING THING. I SLAY YOU WITH BUTTERED TOASTYBREAD.
Siblings: Um, dude? You're chewing on the tablecloth. Dude!

I take siesta now.