lofty aspirations, and what to do about them

so basically this blog is going to follow my progress for the creative writing project i'm doing. just so everyone's in the know, here are the rules i have to follow:
1] get up each morning with enough time to eat breakfast and shower with at least half an hour left over before i need to go to school.
2] get enough sleep each night to be able to go to school and track without any kind of drop in performance.
if i follow these, i'll obviously get to bed earlier than my typical midnight deadline and get up much earlier than just twenty minutes before i need to be out the door, hence the personal time shift.

this morning was actually the first in a few days i've been able to get up on time. what happened was this: I started last thursday, and was doing fine-- i even got up on saturday at about eight, which, if you know me, is pretty much one of the signs of the apocalypse. then a rather unfortunate thing happened.
to be clear, i never once stopped getting up at five-thirty, which is about when i need to for the project. the only problem was, on sunday and all the days after, five-thirty magically became six-thirty because some old dead guy named Benjamin Franklin thought it was a good idea. nobody mentioned this time change to my body, which continued to get up at what it thought was half-past five.
this morning, however, i forced it to get up at half-past ungodly, and actually managed to get some time in before i had to leave. funny thing though; today apparently is a late-start day. oops. i think i would have walked around campus in a confused, tired stupor if someone else hadn't been there and realized our mistake. so as i'm writing this it's now 8 am, and i've just come back from school. Now if only i didn't have to return at nine...