First Signs Of Insanity

I've come to the conclusion that I am padded walls, white slip on shoes, eating Dole fruit cups crazy.  How did I come to this conclusion?  I decided, in my infinite brilliance, to sign up for a 7 AM English class.  That means I have to drag my semi-conscious, drool-coated self out of bed at the unholy hour of 5:30.  Then, as if simply being awake didn't cause my brain to fizzle out, smoke, and die, I have to go be engaged and pay attention to the format of a story arch.  You know...  the intro, rising action, climax, falling action, conclusion thing.

I woke up to do that.

On purpose.

So just go to bed earlier, right?  WRONG!  My sleep cycle looks like two trains that collided at mach 2, therefore it doesn't work.  The end result is me getting 2 hours of sleep (Maybe) and then going off to pack my brain with important information.  If you have any experience with that, it is hellish.  I took that class specifically to get the teacher I wanted and to have 2 consecutive classes, but I must be insane to think I can wake up so early.  I'm driving to my morning classes in the god damn dark!

I appreciate your lack of enthusiasm for my learning, sun.

Well everyone, I'm going to embrace my oncoming brain malfunction.  Do you know what comes with the insanity/super early class combo?  AN EMPTY PARKING LOT!  Oh yeah!  I park where ever I want!  I can park really close!  Or far away!  Or somewhere in the middle!  Victory has been achieved!

It's important to find the silver lining.

...*Sigh*...