I suppose I ought to go take a shower now. It's quarter to nine am, class is in about an hour. Oh but the bed feels so good. So good that I don't want to get out. Monday morning, how I adore yet loathe you. My weekends are filled with fun times with netball and friends, and yet Monday, you come along and take all the fun away. I love you still -- but only because it means classes start.

Nonetheless, I hate waking up.