It's a bit past 11 p.m. I just got back from Parents' Evening, a service The Job provides occasionally for parents who want to drop their kids off for an evening. Worked 6-11, netted a nice $60 (which should have been $70 but someone didn't show up). Tired. I meant to use the second half of the evening as study time, but the little bastiches would not sleep.
Since my class is Tuesday, and The Job has helpfully pencilled in a mandatory Monday night staff meeting in my schedule, that leaves only Sunday to study for the Educational Psychology test. Just as the leopard can't change his spots, neither can the procrastinator become a wise budgeter of time.