I was really sick. It was awful and I kept throwing myself into horrible panic attacks. I can honestly say it’s the worse I’ve ever felt and that speaks volumes. Because I’ve been through hell and back a couple hundred times.

However, Dan was home this weekend. And when we came home and crawled into bed I passed out at like 12. Note that I never fall asleep before two, and even then I don’t sleep though the night. I wake up every hour or so. 

But I fell asleep last night at 12. Slept through the whole night didn’t wake up once. Woke up at eight A.M. looking at Dan.  I don’t even remember falling asleep. I remember being cuddle up looking at Dan and then I woke up the same way eight hours later. 

Then we both went back to sleep again and slept until like 12. Which were both the type that once we wake up, we’re awake. Not the case today. 

It was really nice tho. I needed it. I’m glad I have a boyfriend who takes care of me. 

I’m going to attempt to sleep now even tho my nerves are still a mess. Work tomorrow. Ugh. 

Goodnight. 

xxoo