Doctor's appointment followed by school - you hope.

Eventually you decide to go to see the doctor - you can always go to the school straight from there, after all.

Struggling off the bed you groggily pick your way across the cluttered floor to the kitchenette and your first priority: coffee. After filling the kettle and plugging it in do a series of stretches to wake yourself up.

While the water boils you use your phone to try and figure out how to get to Jacob's doctor friend, abandoning the planning briefly to pour a cup-full of water atop the instant coffee. It isn't as good as the properly made stuff, but it's all you can afford.

Sipping slowly you perch on a stool, spinning a little between sips as you stare at the map, directions, and bus schedules. Your final conclusion is that you have an hour to kill. The temptation to sleep is always strong, but you're worried you might not get up in time. You could always study, but you've been known to nod off doing that. There's always exercising. Or cleaning, you think with a shudder.