I will.

I have been in a groggy disarray all day. I varied off my routine like a train off the tracks long before the sun rose. There were whistles and basketballs bouncing as horns sounded to notify the men that they were out of time long before my alarm clock would normally sound.
I used to have that stray dog freedom, an incredible adaptability that would provide me with piece of mind and the ability to roll with all of life's punches. I apparently have lost that.
My normal day varies throughout the week, but the week rarely varies from the daily routines that have been assembled and perfected. Today, that was not the case.
Practice was early, and biology lab started late. I then got out of biology lab early, which would normally come as blessing. In the normal sequence of my Tuesday routine, I would have had the energy to go immediately to the gym for a personal workout before taking a shower and heading to Developmental Psych. Today, however, I was so worn out by the end of Biology that I had to head straight for warm food and warmer blankets. I spent the remained of my morning and early afternoon pitching and stirring as my cell phone vibrated on the end table to remind me constantly that the outside world was moving forward as I slumbered.
I woke up late for Psych, but made it nearly on time. My thoughts were still groggy from the sandman's bag as I sat and wondered both to myself and allowed, "Why didn't I skip this class today."
The real reason was right behind me, one of our players, the only one in any of my classes, and our complete mandate that all players attend class. It looks bad for me and sets a poor example if I don't show up, so I was there. As always.
Now I have made it through study tables and am considering the evening ahead. I have plenty of possibilities and plans. First, I would like to clean up my basement and make my living area more reflective of how I would normally anticipate it looking. I have promised dinner with my mother to make up for the absence of my father who is overseeing a soccer match on campus. I also must find the time to visit with my lovely girlfriend for enough time that I can shake the overbearing sense of loneliness that has been afflicting me as of late. Oh, and I also gave my word that I would help my friends move into their new house (that has a barbershop in the basement complete with external pole). I hope I can make it through. In all reality, I know I will.