I thought I'd juuuust squeezed by with enough sleep last night this morning, until Dad took me to the library to get a bus pass and, as I came back to the car, told me that I looked asleep on my feet.

Having not actually felt all that tired previously, I attempted to explain this, and also started complaining about all the stuff I have to do over the next couple weeks. While explaining that I have to redo the Michaelangelo homework, I stopped and listened to myself.

Me: "... Oh god, I sound drugged, don't I?"
Dad: "Yeah, you do."

... :D;;;

Man, it'll be disorienting when I actually have the option to sleep at night again.