I dont think I'm depressed, or bipolar. I just dont sleep much apparently. It's weird. I think I'm actually happier now than I was 5 years ago. (got a boyfriend, live in a nice place, access to almost all the yarn I can get my hands on to crochet or knit with) Now that I know what's wrong with me with the MS crud and all. Hate the MS, but I cant really do anything about it.

I think I probably just dont get enough exercise, so I'm not usually tired enough physically to fall asleep.

I managed to get a little bit of sleep, once I vented here. Took me about another half hour maybe, to fall asleep. Then I got woken up an hour and a half later when my dad got up to take the garbage out. He dropped the cover to the kitchen trash on the floor, which is directly above my head. That's what woke me up. (we have trash service on thursdays, even if it's a holiday) I managed to fall asleep again.

I'm home now, full of tasty steak, mashed potatoes and mostacholi (penne noodles in a tomato meat sauce) and a huge bowl of spumoni. (biggest bowl I've ever seen that restaurant serve. Owners must not have been watching things as close as they usually do)

I'm just checking my email and then I'm going to go lay down with a movie on the tv. I'm hoping to be comatose in the next half hour or so. If I can stay awake long enough to actually get into the bed. I'm drifting off as I'm writing out this post. Better go before I end up asleep on my desk and wake up with an imprint of the keyboard on my forehead.