Not that it was a conscious decision. I got home from work at 11:30, sat down in my room, talked to my roommate, surfed the internet, listened to music, and the next thing I knew it was six o'clock in the morning, and I only had three hours to go before the start of church*. Being one of those unusual people who has a hard time waking themselves up to get ready for church after only two-and-a-half hours of sleep, I decided that it would be best to wait until after church to go to bed. Which was a stupid idea.
To make a long story short, I made it through Priesthood (that's the first class of the day, since it's one of those crazy psycho wards that reverses the Proper Order of Things) and then I went home and slept for six hours. It was exciting. And sad.
I'm sure you can all guess the moral of this story, so I won't bother to say it.
What I'm pretty sure I looked like to everyone that saw me at church.*Does anyone know why of the four student wards I've had, all four of them have started at nine o'clock in the morning? Because I sure can't figure it out.
