My alarm went off this morning. I looked at it. I looked at the syllabus for my English class. I decided since we were talking about the same poet as Monday that I wouldn't miss anything vital. I decided that sleep was more important right now. I went back to sleep.

Part of me feels horrible about doing this. Part of me feels no guilt at all. I remember when the idea of skipping classes unless I had a really, really good reason appalled me. I'm still not fond of the idea, but sometimes, you just need to listen to your body.