To bed, for bread.
I must go to sleep early so that I may travel to La Mesa to-morrow and retrieve bread from my Aunt.
I don't wanna. Why did I agree to this? I have plenty of food . . . Oh well . . .
Anyway, I must get up early--Hullo! It's already 3am. So much for that! Then again, 3am is early for me . . . but not early enough to make waking up at 9am very comfortable. Maybe I can do it from 10am?