This weekend was very bizarre for me, as it was the first time in my life that I barely got out of bed this weekend, I wasn't sad, wasn't angry but I certainly wasn't happy, most of all I felt impending danger; extreme worry. Weirdly enough I have no clue what I was worried about but it didn't change the fact that I could not get out of bed. I usually do cleaning, groceries, laundry, and all the things I need to do to maintain order in my life. Usually, even when I'm gloomy I channel it into productivity, but this panic had me so worked up over seemingly nothing. I wanted to get up but I simply couldn't find the motivation. This morning however was very different, my alarm clock was somehow set three hours ahead which woke me up at nine thinking it was twelve and that I was late for class, and trust me I got up; like a cartoon character getting poked with a red hot skewer, although it didn't take me too long to realize the clock was wrong, because the sun was too low to be noon. Feeding off of the adrenaline that got me up, I managed to do all of my weekend maintenance in record time and was completely organized and ready for class. I don't think this is very important, but I just thought I should share this.