Time to get off the bus

I really need to get better at the Greyhound thing. All I want to do while I'm en route is sleep, a feat made difficult to impossible by the close seats, the hygeine of my fellow passengers, and the frequent stops and layovers. Even if I do get some winks in, it's at the wrong time, and I end up being worn out later. Thus, after my 17-hour sojourn from Atlanta, I got off of the bus groggy, sore, late for class, and totally unprepared for what was left of the day. I blame my lack of productivity on the bus trip.

I missed my first class completely once I decided to go home and drop my luggage off. Then I got to my second class (late) and surprise! I had a paper due today. I'm still able to turn it in, but by not thinking about it for the whole of spring break, I've turned my busy week before heading back to Atlanta into a mad dash to catch up with life. I still haven't made up the tests that I missed and I really have no idea what went on in my other classes while I was sick. Perhaps I should have spent a bit less of last week feeling sorry for myself. On the other hand, at least I've gotten it out of my system. I'm sitting in my (very trashy) room instead of one of the three alternatives that existed before I got on the bus.

I missed the bus that would have taken me to dance class, and it's too late to try to get to that side of town any other way. The audition I had lined up was cancelled or postponed or something or another and I may or may not be able to go out for that job and I cancelled my appointment to work on my website because I'm just not ready. I don't have my plan together and I don't want to waste anyone's time. So I'm sitting home with a laundry list of things to do and I don't feel like doing any of it. My room's a mess, my academics aren't in order, and I am nowhere near performance ready with my senior project pieces. I predict I'll sleep like a log tonight.