i have slept almost the entire day. i kid you not.

i woke up around 10:30 am and ate some cereal.

my body still felt like it was collapsing to pieces, so i decided to go back to bed.

good decision.

i continued to sleep until about 2:45pm.

i went downstairs and was lucky enough to be right in time to eat some hot dogs hot off the grill.

yummy.

i think i had two!

nope, i had one. i did however have two hot dogs on saturday.

we did our family memorial day get together on saturday.

and like i said, i ate two hot dogs then. cause they were yummy.

after my one hot dog today, i still felt awful.

my body felt a little better, but i felt like i was going to fall back asleep in the kitchen.

so, without giving it a second thought,

i went back upstairs and passed out in my bed.

sleep is one of the most important things when you have an autoimmune disease.

its like a battery charger.

yet, i skimp on sleep. and then i binge on sleep.

today-oh today i binged on sleep.

anyway, i woke up at about 6:45pm, and thought to myself:

"should i go get something to eat."

(i hope you are enjoying the fact that all i care about is sleep and food)

(i've got priorities)

but then i thought:

well, maybe i should just go back to bed now, and try to sleep until tomorrow"

(yes, i live a pathetic life. i was tired damnit!)

but, hunger got the better of me, so i slowly worked my way downstairs to where the food is.

then i got a text message.

it reminded me:

i had TWO birthday parties for TWO people named RYAN to go to.

i was already an hour late for one.

fuck.

i totally forgot i had two.

i remembered one- to which i was an hour late, but forgot about the other.

"how am i going to pull this off?"

anyway. i did some planning, got myself "organized", and threw some crappy clothes on quickly, cause the first party started at 6:00pm, and by now its already 7:30pm.

i wish i had taken a couple of minutes to sexy myself up a little

because i ran into my ex.

no, not "The Ex" i sometimes talk about on here.

ugh, not him.

my high school sweetheart ex.

well, that is not a good way to describe him.

lets call him my "rollercoaster/carousel ex"

because our relationship always seemed to go around in circles and take some incredible turns and dips along the way.

i shouldn't have even mentioned him.

i'm trying to think of who my "real life friends "that read this blog are, because i will never live this down:

it was nice seeing him. i missed him a lot.

NO, not like THAT.

I SWEAR.

i don't know. it just felt weird/different.

i miss him; i wish we were better friends. i wish we could have a relationship without complicating it.

but, we always seem to complicate it.

i'm not sure if i should put the effort in to be better friends, like we used to be.

i want to, but i don't want it to go THERE, like it always did.

why am i writing this?

i must be pretty drunk to think all these things, (and why am i bringing it up again?)

anyway- went to the next ryan's little get together.

i love these ryans.

they are engaged to two of my best friends. and yes, i am a bridesmaid and super excited about that.

so. what was this blog about?

SLEEP.

yes, and seeing how it is about midnight. i might as well go back to bed, and get some more of it.

(yeah, it means i was only up for abour 5 or 6 hours today.)

(i spent about 4.5 of those hours drinking.)

which is why this is a ridiculously, liquor-fueled post.

good night.

sleep tight.