What the?

It is 6:36 a.m. (can I use small caps on this program? Hmmm. Must find out) and I am awake. I have been awake for twenty-one minutes when my body misinformedly woke up. I am a firm believer that one should only wake up in order to give oneself sufficient time to get ready and be on time to class. Seeing as how my first class today is at 5:10 p.m., I shouldn't have to wake up until, oh, 2:00 or 3:00 p.m. (I do have some reading to finish. I'm also wondering how I feel about the excessive use of "a.m." and "p.m." in this post, particularly when I don't know how to small cap them, thereby making them look classier as well as ridding myself of those irritating periods. So distracting.)

Hmmm. As I was sitting here, my mind was making a list of things I could be doing right now that are much more productive than blogging. Like showering. And then getting that reading done, preparing for class tomorrow (even though I did get a great head start during Sunday School yesterday), more reading, more reading, more reading, more reading, more reading, and, oh yes, making treats for FHE (the only way to get Paul-from-the-ward out my study. . . which is where one of the front doors opens into). Now that I'm a little more awake (let's hear it for rambling and parenthetical statements), I think I'm going to start that list and shower.

And kick myself for agreeing to go to FHE.