It's after five. Why do I do this to myself over and over. I'm gunna have to set the alarm for some time before midday, just so I don't sit up to this time tomorrow. It'll be painful, but less pain than trying to do it on Monday. I've got class at nine.
Now I'm gunna go brush my teeth, finally taking the toothpaste back to where it lives, which would be the mug that holds my toothbrush and razor on the windowsill in the bathroom. That's the window the cool breeze comes in on warm afternoons during summer. I'm getting sick of being cold.