I went to bed early yesterday, hoping for a good night's sleep. Well, I got that, and did better in school today.

The weird thing is, I got up at one in the morning thinking that it was almost time for the bus to arrive. I didn't even guess that I was wacko until I went downstairs and packed my backpack, and even then, I wasn't even sure that I was right. But I went back to bed anyway. And my mom caught me going up the stairs and thought that I was just going to bed, not getting up in the middle of the night (for no reason whatsoever), and I got in trouble.

So, my theory on how I could have thought that the bus would come at one in the morning? Same boring routine over and over. It's so not hard to hate high school. :annoyed2:

On the plus side, I got Comic 15!