Trying to write again

Figured it was about time I wrote something again. Well here it is. It sucks. School really drains my inspiration. School is very counter-productive: we get up at a time we don't like, to go spend hours sitting down taking courses we don't want, about things we're not interested in. (Yes, I did base that one on 'People buy things they don't want with money they don't have to impress people they don't like')

I am most productive in the late late night (or the very early morning, depending on points of view). So when I go to school, I'm sleeping at my best hours. Ergo I'm very dissatisfied about what I write out.

I read somewhere one should never modify anything one got up to write in the middle of the night. Well great, sleeping more should logically ensue having more of those 'revelation' moments and great findings.

Not for me.
Because when I sleep, I sleep. It's what permits me to go to sleep at impossible hours. Once I fall asleep, I'll sleep until the morning unless I'm interrupted by an alarm clock.
So no genius plots ever come to me at night. Well they might, but then I have forgotten them by dawn.

They do come when I daydream, but when you're brutally shaken out of your reverie, which happens All. The. Time. for me (people just don't respect dreamers), you tend to completely lose your trail of thought, on top of almost having a heart attack.
Hence, you lose all your good ideas. Only one character I have invented came from a daydream, his name was La Phalange (because his right index finger has one phalanx too much) and he was supposed to be a villain until the moment I decided I liked him too much to make him the bad guy. Also, he was the best idea I ever had. On the creative side. Other best ideas I ever had include: on the culinary side, mustard-honey vinaigrette with a twist and steak like you never thought it was possible; on the practical side... well, nothing really; on the social side, enter the scouts, on the sports side, 'better safely on the sideline than a broken-legged winner'...
La Phalange was saved on the hard disk in my head just in time. The reverie wasn't exactly finished (I was designing him a genius sidekick) but I crashed into a parked car. With my bike. While cycling in broad daylight. And the car was actually a red van, so I couldn't have missed it, had I had all my wits.
But frankly, I don't regret not having had all my wits. I damaged my bike's front wheel and hurt myself quite a bit, (by my standards. To my cousin Michael (whose knee has been sutured 13 times) it's probably peanuts, because to him everything you can deal with without going to see a doctor is peanuts) but I don't regret it, because I know one day I'll write a novel, or a short story, or scenario about La Phalange and it'll be good. It'll be worth all the bumps, cuts and bruises of that ridiculous day. I have no confidence in most of the things I do, but I believe in that character. Now I have a lead for my story, I can make him a sidekick and build their world, then jumble it up with a surprise happening. And ta-daaaaa, you have a plot.

First things first, though: still have to make that sidekick. Suggestions, anybody?