Who needs sleep?

It's been another one of those days. I think I stayed up last night watching the DVD commentary on "A walk to Remember" until about 5:00 a.m. Why, I have no idea. It's not even like I like the movie. (To many people's dismay I'm sure). But I'm thinking I may actually need to start a regular sleeping schedule since I start back to classes in a week.

Then again, I was smart enough not to schedule any classes before 2:00. But unfortunately the parents don't see it my way. I'll never know why I actually agreed to move back home. My parents seem to think that sleeping past 8:00 means I'm either (a) really lazy (which I am) or (b) sick. And if I am sick they pester me until I agree to go to the doctor, but of course never offer to pay for it. And with the fabulous student health insurance I have, it may just cover that sanitary paper they put down on the examining table before you come in. Not to mention my doctor is about an hour and a half away from here by car since I never switched after I moved. Dr, I think not.