I'm actually a bit angry at myself for that. I'm not at university any more, and I've got to that age where I actually appreciate being awake during the day and doing such simple things as going out for a breakfast that happens sometime before three in the afternoon.
On the other hand, I have good reason: I've been utterly knackered for the past couple of weeks. Seriously, brain-fuckingly tired. The kind where everything's filtered through a high-pressure barrier in the brain and nothing's quite right. I needed a weekend of come-down, especially with the month ahead. When the most stress a weekend holds is shooting raiders and super-mutants in the face, I know I'm good for the week ahead.