I had one goal for yesterday....to not kill anyone. I mean a full week of no sleep starts to make you a little paranoid if you aren't already (and a LOT if you tend to lean toward paranoia anyways). Well I made it through all day and was almost in a good mood until the RB showed. He made me mad enough the neighbors thought I was gonna kill him (and in all reality I should have but I didn't so it is ok. The goal was still accomplished).

Anyways the other goal I have had for the last week was to sleep...I mean not a lot of sleep but like 2-3 hours of really crashed zonked sleep. Well, by yesterday I had made it to a solid week of no sleep and gave up the goal. So ya know what happens? I finally crashed out. I guess the being obsessed with it made it harder for me to do it. Once I just gave up and figured out it just was never going to happen again, it just came. I mean I didn't even realize it was happening until I woke this morning and went "Holy shit I JUST WOKE UP!Which means I slept....yes!!!" Ri was so proud of me for sleeping she is going to take me to dinner. Just so ya know, this to the normal human race is not a big accomplishment, but in my life and when you hit rock bottom to the extent I have, this is like I just made the damn twin towers re-erect themselves like magic. Which is very sad considering a year ago my goals were trying to graduate from college and this year my goals are to sleep, then to wake up and try to remember to eat once every few days.

Ok so for some of you who take costing through your life for granted, just remeber you can go from that to me in a very short amount of time so you may want to just watch it before you judge me. But I don't care... go ahead, judge me today....because I SLEPT!!!