Frustration.

Last night turned out to be another bad night of sleeping. Right as I was about to actually dip into the deep, restful sleep... my cell phone rings. Gotta love timing. After that, I couldn't make myself sleep longer than 30-minute bursts every hour and a half or so. I don't feel like I've been battered this time, primarily because I don't remember any dreams I might've had.

Today's gonna be one of those days. After I get out of class, I have to go find a lab and go get myself prodded yet again. With how many I've had lately, you'd think I'd like it or something. Meh. I'll have to overcome the ill effects on my own and drive myself home... that'll be a fun endeavor.

But once I get home, I'll have the house to myself for a while, which may be something I'm in need of. If worse comes to worse, I can come home and sleep all day... I'll have Saturday and Sunday. But I dunno if I'm gonna do that or not.

My body frustrates me. But I guess it's time to get up and start getting stuff done so I can get to class on time.