Still tired...what is my deal?

I woke up earlier than I wanted on Thursday morning due to the godforsaken construction. I swear I'm going to kill somebody soon. While making toast I encountered Maruja in the kitchen making TRUFAS (truffles)! Remember those?? Oh man, this was exciting. I asked if she was making them for the wedding or what and she said, "No, para comer," ("No, to eat"). I expressed my excitement. She said that we would eat them for dessert the next day for dinner. What luck!! Oh wow. I then asked her what was for dinner that night and she said a tortilla de patatas (the typical spanish tortilla--basically egg omelette with potatoes) which I'm really growing to like a lot. So that was exciting, too. I then walked to the center, did some class searching and emailing. Went to Lope 2-3 which is getting excrutiating. I'm so sick of lectures! How do these LSA kids do it? Oh the RC, how I miss thee. Then went back to the center, ate my bocadillos, wrote emails, etc. Then Teatro 4-5 which was semi-eventful since we had to switch classrooms due to some book signing going on. It was a pretty big deal, I guess, since the hall was wayyy crowded with students. In class Camacho (our prof.) started talking about the next play we're to read. Damn, I still have to finish "Barranca Abajo". Oh, on Wednesday I bought the next plays we have to read. Luckily I don't have to hunt them down at bookstores since they're photocopied and on sale in the copisteria for a mere 3 euro. Woot. Camacho gave an overview of the playwright and some leftist radical literary group in which he involved himself. Hehe, I'm liking this playwright already. Class ended. Jessica and I walked to Starbucks where she got a frappuccino then we both walked to OpenCor where I bought a 70 cent package of aceitunas (olives) to snack on since I was staaaarving for some reason. Went back to the center, did more class searching, ate my aceitunas and the huge navel orange I had bought that morning before class at a random grocery store in los Remedios. Then I walked to the University with very little motivation to attend my 6-8 Iconografia. Nevertheless, class was really interesting! The prof. discussed the first icons of Christianity that appeared in these underground crypts that were built during the Roman Empire so as to escape persecution. There are old painted depictions of what is believed to be Jesus Christ down there...he's a stocky, dark-skinned man with short, black coarse hair. Nice! This is what Jesus really would have looked like since he is supposedly Syrian (?). Well, if he's Middle Eastern he's not supposed to be a white dude with long flowing brown hair, but a stocky dark skinned man with coarse hair. This was really cool to see! Our prof. then said that in Spain the depiction of Christ, him as a baby, and Mary changed more to what it is today in the 7th century, I believe, because there was a huge plague in Spain which killed many people. Christianity was pretty new, and people began losing their faith/belief. So artists made Jesus look more "pure" and inspirational. Pretty interesting, eh? We got out of class at 7 which was so funny since he didn't even show up to start class until 6:30. I love this guy; the class is scheduled to go from 6-8, however he shows up late and ends early all the time. Gotta love it. After class I walked home, showered and waited for dinner. I was so tired that I even started getting ready for bed before dinner. Before dinner I was sitting in my room and I heard a herd (hehe, homonyms) of people walk into the apartment. Maria del Mar came in our room sort of taking refuge. I guess Maruja's family was there to pick her up and take her to dinner...it's her grand-nephew's wedding this weekend or something so she's had all of these big events leading up to it. Maruja made us dinner, but wouldn't be eating with us. The whole herd then left around 9:30 and the three of us jumped up to heat up the Spanish tortilla she had prepared us and toss the salad. We served the food, Marta came home around 9:45, we all ate the tortilla, salad, and then the macedonia for dessert. Mmmmm good! It was also fun to have a meal sans Maruja, it honestly felt a bit more relaxed. During dinner we didn't have to watch the news either--we watched "Mujeres desesperadas" ("Desperate Housewives") which was interesting. After dinner I would have stayed up to watch it but I was just so damn tired! What is my deal lately? I just need the sun to start coming out to fix my circadian rhythms. I must have some serious Seasonal Affective Disorder or something right now. I passed out at 11:45pm.