Today, all the way to Monday—I don’t care if it costs me my life, I’m determined to flip my schedule around. It’s just been too delayed. This morning, I even made a joke of myself—I couldn’t tell the difference between my dream and reality. I’m just speechless. If I can’t fall asleep tonight at 3 o’clock, then I won’t sleep tonight at all. I’ll sleep again tomorrow at 8 in the afternoon.