My classes start tomorrow at 7:30 in the morning. When I am president no work or school will begin until at least 9 o’clock in the morning. Anything else is just straight stupid.
I got (count ’em: 1, 2, 3, 4) four hours of sleep last night, I’m on my second cup of tea, and it looks like an unintended nap is inevitable. I sill have to get E in the tub and to bed, finish up some laundry, and tackle the obscene pile of dishes in the kitchen. Perhaps I’ll move them to the bathtub. I really wanted to finish up my knitted Skully book bag tonight, but that is now out of the question.
It hurts.