Time. All I’ve got is time!

I was fired, oh, a year ago? I forget now. And I wake up day after day with little or nothing on the schedule.

All day, all night, all I’ve got is time. Like a guy doing life at Folsom. Not goin’ anywhere, no one to see, just hangin’ …

Though the days seem to be chopped up by that likely 4 p.m. nap … and the nights might feature me fading out in front of a semi-new episode of “South Park.”

People actually ask me, “Paul, what do you do all day?” As if it requires great imagination and insight to spend a day doing something other than commuting to That 9-to-5 Job I Hate. (Not that I hated my old job, but I get the impression some of you hate yours.)

I can tell you what I actually do with the time … some other time.

But I still have an active fantasy life, and in those spare moments from my action-packed days, I sometimes think of all the things I will accomplish while I’m out of the rat race.

(And an aside from nowhere: Is it possible to be depressed while listening to “Scott Joplin’s Greatest Hits”? I think not. Even if Joplin went insane and died in a mental hospital. It was the terminal syphilis that got him, not depression.)

And here are 10 goals I’ve set for myself, while idling. In no particular order. Well, in as-they-occur-to-me order.

1. Read “Moby Dick.” But not “Omoo.” I think I’ll leave that as a crossword answer for now.

2. Hmm. Crosswords! Give me a few minutes while I go knock out the L.A. Times’ two Sunday x-words.

3. I’m back. See all serious movies in the theater. Like way before they get to DVD. What is the matinee time for Indiana Jones again?

4. Write that novel. (Ha! I’ve got this all ready to go, aside from a plot line, believable characters and realistic dialogue.)

5. Re-read “Lord of the Rings.” (Oops. Already did that.)

6. Catch up on those Sunday “Book Review” sections in LAT. But not on the opinion stuff on the back half of the section.

7. Chart Alex Trebek’s decline into dotage as host of “Jeopardy.”

8. See how many times in one game Vin Scully gets a guy’s name wrong. I love Vinny, but he’s losing it. No, really.

9. Determine once and for all who has a better 11:35 p.m. show, Leno or Letterman.

10. See if I can jogwalk far enough or long enough to 1) pop an Achilles, 2) get hit by a car or 3) cause cardiac infarction.

So you can see, my days are full, and I anticipate my future days to be full, as well. I may actually have to do some planning to work all those activities into my day. Like, “Moby Dick.” Gonna have to set aside 20 minutes a day to get through that.

“Call me Ishmael.” But not before 9.