I've been getting up very early and being all extra go! go! go! ever since the weekend. I just can't seem to stop.
Today, I had to stop.
So I slowed down and got in bed at 15.00 and took a nap. I woke up at 16.00, ran into the living room, and said, "SHIT! I missed my class!"
"What?" said The Boy, "What do you mean?"
"I had a class at 9.00, but since I don't normally have classes on Wednesdays, I just slept right through it! I feel awful!"
...
"What?" said The Boy.
"I can't believe I slept through my class!" I said, really upset.
"But, um. It's Tuesday. You were taking a nap," he responded.
"What? Tuesday?" I asked. "You mean it's not Wednesday, yet?"
"No..." he said.
And I got back in bed. I woke up again an hour or so later and went to Spanish, but I was fully disoriented for a good half-hour after waking up. I must have needed the sleep more than I had realized.
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