I hesitate to say that you're a liar; I never tell the truth myself

Yes. The time stamp on this entry is correct. 6:25 a.m. and I'm groggy, like my brain is firing synapses through a bowl of Jell-o. For the last few days I've been back on "normal" time, which dictates I stay up until one or two doing something manic and obsessive, like writing, puzzling, etc. and sleep until nine or ten. If I'm letting my inner clock run my life, this is what it looks like, but my job and life require a different schedule. Once I get used to waking at six, I'll do it regularly and without complaint. Today, however, I'm complaining.

Fall semester began yesterday at Metro and I'm feeling cheated out of my summer because I opted to work my ass off instead of taking a deep breath as I normally do. Such is life. I have only been to one class, and so far it's a little odd. 21 out 30 showed up, and already there are two guys sitting in the back of the room (already nicknamed of course - Beavis and Butt-Head) who giggled and tittered amongst themselves for the duration. I did in fact warn them that when vexed I am prone to throwing things at people (not AT them, per se, but certainly near them, and there's the caveat that I throw like a girl, so it's a crap shoot). The jury's out thus far on this group.