Death day: an explanation.

I have deemed today, "Death Day." Why, Heaven? Why so terrible and life-threatening? This. Is. Why.

-Today I had an interview at 10:30. Free People. Gotta look cute. Woke up at 7 am.
-Interviewed, came back, headed to class.
-Endured 2 classes. Bonus! last class was canceled and I spent the time watching Oprah instead.
-Home. Time to pack for California. Here's where the whole death part begins...
-I plan on watching Glee at 8 and then sleeping from 9 to 11:30ish. At 11:30, I will wake up and prepare myself for the bus. The bus? YES THE BUS. The last bus leaves at 12:13. I will then take this last bus to the downtown light rail station. From there, I will take the light rail to Seattle Tacoma airport. I will then SPEND THE NIGHT/CONSUME ENERGY DRINKS at the airport in order to stay awake until 6:30 am, when my flight leaves.

"Heaven that's stupid, why wouldn't you just wake up early in the morning and go to the airport then?"
I would. Oh, I so would. But the first bus runs at 6:24 am...6 minutes before my flight leaves. So there is no other way of me getting to the airport.

Needless to say, I am nervous about this whole situation, but I don't really have another way of getting to the airport...so...that's that.