I've slept since then

What makes life fly by? I don’t even really mind that it’s flying by so fast, if only I could remember it! I have vague ideas about what I did yesterday, and I could name a few specific instances, but I can’t remember everything about yesterday (much less last week). I have this journal that I’m supposed to write in for my Elissa class, but I’ve gotten to where I’ll write anything in it that I want to remember, or I’ll write down a particularly good day, or bad, depending on how bad and if it seems important. In fact, I just finished writing about my Saturday, because I was too tired Saturday night. And, going back to my forgetfulness, I had to really think about what I did so I would remember everything, and even then I forgot some key moments in my day which I had to add on as an afterthought.
Oh, and you know that expression “I’ve slept since then?” It’s totally a legitimate excuse. I’ve gotten to where I go to bed late then take a nap during the day after class and I swear, it feels like it’s the next day when I wake up, and I can barely remember what I did that morning sometimes. I should probably try to go to bed earlier so that I don’t get tired during the day, but that would have me going to bed at 9:30 and that’s just unrealistic if I want to have even a semblance of a life, so I don’t and I’ll sleep whenever I’m tired (unless I’m sitting in class, then I generally try to stay awake).