Tired

The manager of the bar where I work is gone to Hawaii so I was left with the closing shift on Wednesday night. My first Thursday class starts at 9:40. With an hour commute and leaving myself the proper time to settle in and prepare for the class, this means I must wake at 7 am. I am here in my office on campus but I can feel the downward tug of my eyelids like sandbags tied to my lashes. I have a five hour break between classes. I may sleep in my car.