Well, after fucking my schedule up again after my last briefly successful attempts at turning it around again, I've made some progress yet again in getting it back on track with the help of my trusty Melatonin bottle and BBC Learning Channel documentaries. Passed out at 2 or 3 am, and slept till noon. Now, I realise that to the untrained eye, this still looks like a jacked up schedule and grandmas the world over would nag themselves into a stupor over it, but these grandmas have not had the misfortune of knowing me and therefore do not understand how truly fucked up a sleep schedule can actually get.
Woke up today with no idea what day it was. I was convinced it was Thursday so I bolted out of bed and ran down to the office I needed to be at on THURSDAY MORNING. Upon realising it was in fact the wrong day, I played dumb and managed to get them to meet me today instead. On second thought, I probably wasn't playing dumb. I was being dumb. Thankfully they didn't get into semantics with me, and gave me the appointment anyway. So all is well in dumb-dumb land, thank heavens.