How can I get there from here?

I wake up at 8:30am...that appears to be a pattern with me.  I go to Kona's for breakfast.  Yesterday, it was IHOP chocolate chip pancakes, today it is 2 scrambled eggs, 2 slices of wheat toast, toast and some cheesy potatoes for $4.85.  I miss getting on the #30 bus by 100 feet.  I don't think anything of it, until I realize it is Saturday and the buses don't run as frequently. When we get to Old Town Transit Center, I miss getting on the Coaster (Amtrak) by 10 seconds.  I do a stupid thing: I immediately buy a train ticket for the next train and then realize it is at 2:24pm.  What? How can I take a train that late, walk 11 miles and be back before dark? I can't.  I decide to waste time at the public library, but the line for internet access is too long. I go to Trader Joes and get chocolate covered edamame, orange juice, oranges, and tomatoes.  I walk back to the hostel to put these things away, and then I rush back to the bus stop to catch the 2:05pm bus.  The bus is running 15 minutes behind schedule and the train left early at 2:10pm.  I missed it again and I am out the train fare.  Oh, well it is only $5. But, crap...tomorrow is Sunday and there are no trains on Sunday.  What?  I take the bus back to Mission Beach and walk the beach to the hostel.  Then, I try swimming...it is cold and the undertow is RIDICULOUSLY STRONG!  I shower, eat and begin begging hostel guests to drive me to Carlsbad tomorrow morning, so I can walk 14 miles from downtown Carlsbad to La Jolla and then ride bus #30 to the hostel.  I NEED to walk.  It has been two layover days and this will impact how far north I will make it in the next four months.  Everyone is watching the football game in the common room.  I am writing in my journal.  The Brazilians are now back to blasting music in the reception area.  I move to the deck for solitude.