...Yes. Two. In the morning. My mother. Not me, her. The person who always nags at ME for being up at that time. It...runs in the family. So, uh, yeah. Just my daily routine has taken two hours, placing me at...4 am, again, which is of course rather late.
I have valid reasons to go to bed: I'm tired. It's late. I'm still sick. The tasks I have are hours-long chores. Inertia is an acceptable excuse. But it's still excuses for failing, which I am. I don't have anything tomorrow, except TKD at night. Yet...I'm not doing anything.
Meaning...my next chance is Wednesday, since I can't do it Tuesday night. (I work Wednesday. Early Wednesday. As in, get-up-at-7-AM-early. Earlier than any reasonable person would get up, early.)