In a few scant hours there will be a grad student orientation seminar starting at UBC. It starts at 9am. There’s no way in hell, I’m going to be there at 9am. I’m tempted not to go, that’s hella early. However, I’m afraid something important info will be dispensed (highly unlikely) at said seminar. So, I’m going… a bit later. The events will be repeated, so I’m going to skip a few, and catch the ones I want to hear.
This, unfortunately, does not mean I can roll out of bed at 11am and get my ass down to UBC by 12:30pm. I still have to wake up around 8am, which by my clock is less than 6 hours away. Which begs the question, why aren’t in bed yet? Well, because I like staying up late, and going to bed early (before 12am) goes against every fibre of my being. That’s good and all, but I’m going to be one hurting individual when I do get up tomorrow.
I really should go to bed now, but I’m guessing I’ll go to bed around 3am. I know full well, I’m being stupid. Yet, I’m ok with that.