So much for Sunday

Well. I woke up at eight today and couldn't figure out why it was so dark -- even in winter dawn ought to start showing by eight. Then my father called, and by the time we hung up I had realised it was eight P.M. (thankfully I hadn't said anything stupid to give away my confusion on the phone), so now I am feeling rather... odd.

I've lost an entire day, essentially. Very strange. I guess I needed sleep more than I thought, or more sleep than I thought. (In the past week, I've had at least two days where I was running on four hours of sleep, but I still wasn't expecting twenty hours to be necessary...) Hmm. Anyway, the question now is what to do, because I'm certainly in no mood to go back to bed, but if I try to stay up, I'm just going to inflict further weirdness on my sleepcycle. Not to mention probably screw everything up by sleeping in too late to accomplish the things I need to do like maths homework (test is on Wednesday, ack!). Yargh.