The Sleepless Journal

From about two weeks ago:

4:00am: Jumped out of bed, completely randomly. (My roommate can attest to this.)
8:55am: Crawled out of bed.
9:05am: Was last person in to Music History, which had already started.
10:05am: Got breakfast, was 5 minutes late to work.
Noon: Got a shower after Theory II. Found out my Counterpoint homework was late, and thereby worth nothing, because it was due two hours before class, for some odd reason.
2:00pm: Got a free cake before Counterpoint. Showed up 4 minutes late. The professor noticed. She was ticked off for most of the class.
3:00pm: Cancelled oboe practice with my accompanist.
3:20pm: Tried to register for next year, but advisor hadn't cleared me yet. Started this journal.
3:25pm: Advisor wasn't there when phoned. Went to bank.
3:35pm: Had only $175 available to pay tuition, much less than hoped for.
3:45pm: Saw advisor. Cleared to register. 15 minutes before closure of office.
3:50pm: Ran to accounting office. Paid $175US, $200CDN towards tuition; basically nothing.
3:55pm: Ran to dorm room; registered for Autumn. Ran to the records office.
4:00pm: Found out office closes at 5-6, not 4pm. Got the letter from records I needed to apply for a job; the letter that required me to register for next year's classes first. (Hence, the running around like a cat/dog chasing its tail.)
4:10pm: Went back to room. Finished registering for next year. Saw that Halladay already gave up one run against Texas, in the first inning.
5:00pm: Went to work.
6:10pm: Got dinner, went to Bible study (40 minutes late).
6:30pm: Finished Bible study. Halladay pitches a CG, 1ER 5H 8K game. Excellent... Begin working on eating dinner.
7:00pm: Finished eating dinner. Alright, there's a lot left. I'll get to it when I return from the music building this evening. Whenever that is.
Shortly after 7pm: Started up laundry. Post office is closed, roommate says. Will mail job application tomorrow?
Sometime later: Tried to read some of the Educational Psychology textbook. Probably not very much--10 pages. Surfed web.
10:00pm: Folded laundry.
10:30pm: Went to the music library to study.
11:30pm: Music building empties. (That is, besides me.)
Midnight: Talk on MSN.
Somewhere between 4am and 5am: Finished the assigned Educational Psychology reading.
Somewhere between 6am and 6:45am: Listened to lots of music (studying for the music history test) while talking on MSN.
7:10am: Got breakfast. Back to room 10 minutes later, brushed teeth, ate it.
7:30am: Devotions. Or tried to, anyways. May have burned my hands/hair/face on the desk lamp while using it as a radiator. I really, really want to go to sleep.
8:30am: Showered. Took longer than usual. I looked weighty.
9:00am: Went to class. I think I did well on the Music History listening test.
10:15am: Went to oboe lesson 15 minutes late, straight from the exam. Worked on The Planets, which is for a concert a week from now, and then lesson cut short and I left. Excellent.
11:00am: Chapel. Was hilarious, from what I hear. I was there: I should know. I just don't. Voted yes on the referendum to change the student association's name. Dr. Scott played prelude.
1:30pm: Fell asleep for "a while" in Educational Psych.
2:30pm: Finally relented and bought a Snickers bar. I really didn't want to resort to needing caffeine to stay awake, but I suppose I can make a small concession.
2:45pm: I went to Music Theory 2. First one there. Played a random hymn out of the hymnal, and we ended up getting tested on it that very class period. Professor was annoyed that of the 695 hymns in the hymnal, I had randomly guessed the hymn.
4:00pm: Piano Performance class. Everyone is having an off day.
5:15pm: Band. I can barely get air down that reed. I should sleep.
6:40pm: Raptors win! Raptors win! Raptors win!
7:40pm: Went to sleep. Alarm set for 4am.
7:20am: I wake up. Since this is no longer a "sleepless" journal, I'm ending.


"To die, to sleep--no more; and by a sleep we say end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks the flesh is heir to--'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished." (Hamlet, from Shakespeare's Hamlet)