waiting to crash

Last night I was so tired that I went to sleep at 7:45. Got up at 6:00 and was so tired by 6:45 that I had to take a rest before I could make my bed.

Had a cup of coffee.

Left for school, got stuck in a standstill on the 22, drove around the CSUF parking lot for almost an hour before I gave up and parked behind the baseball field (a different zip code, I think). Jogged up 5 floors to try to minimize my lateness-to-class (already over an hour late). Walked to and from class across the big and little quads, to the bookstore and back across the small quad, and then small and big quad again and all the way past the baseball field on the way back.

That to say, either my cup of coffee had magical powers, I have been supernaturally sustained through the day, or I had the strangest bout of super-tiredness ever.

I guess time will tell.