The other night I woke up in a panic. I saw it was something-thirty-seven and instantly thought "oh stuff man ima be late my alarm didnt work ffff" and went and took a shower and got dressed over the course of an hour, all the while wondering why I was so. Freaking. Tired.
I went to get my brother but he wasn't in bed so I figured he must have camped out in my parents' room again. I went to their rooms but nobody was in their. I heard the TV on downstairs and thought, "oh, God, they never actualkly went to bed. This will be fun." I went down there and was getting my bowl of Frosted Flakes when they were like, "Torren, what the forget are you doing?!"
"I'm getting breakfast."
"What?"
"It's like 7:30 guys, I need to get to school."
"Torren, it's eleven o'clock."
"stuff, am I THAT late?!"
"Torren, you've been in bed for exactly one hour."
"Oh.... I see. Well then."
I went to bed.
It happened again about an hour later. :C