I woke up just in time today to leave for class and maybe make it a few minutes late. As in, if I'd jumped in the car as soon as I rolled out of bed, I could have made it. (Fucking cat, every time he sleeps on me I can't wake up. Of course, working my ass off right up til I got home, then immediately trying to catch four hours sleep, after working on even less sleep all day may have had something to do with it.) But it was also pouring rain, and my windshield wipers aren't working. So I decided, screw it, I'm staying home. After already skipping (one) class last week, because my leg got fucked up at work and I didn't want to walk on it.
I then wake up four hours later, right at the time I would normally be driving home, to see the sun shining outside.
So, to recap, I can't get enough sleep on a regular basis, I pussed out of driving in the rain (I can do it without wipers and brakes, but God knows it's harrowing), I've consequently missed two days of a class I have no right to miss (Spanish), and pretty much all for naught. I'm also too lazy to force myself to wake up, walk on a slightly painful leg, make a dangerous drive I know I can or fix my wipers like I probably can, and I'm still wasting time sitting here.
I'm not actually sure how I feel about this. I mean, I'm beating myself up for not doing enough, which I haven't, but for fucks sake I've had a pretty unlucky week.