With only one more night to get through before the end of Bet #2, we're both still in it. There have been a few scary times, but mostly we both feel like we've been doing better than ever. When we get back from our holidays, maybe we'll start a new bet.
Steve Pavlina wrote about us in his latest blog entry because we bought him a flat panel monitor to thank him for inspiring us. If you read my old blog, then you probably saw that this is my third attempt to get on the sleep schedule. However, each time I gave up because I felt like it was impossible. Seeing Steve do it gave me the determination to press through the hard part, and now here I am on day 45+.
I'll be going to my grandparents house for Christmas, which will pose a unique set of challenges. Mainly, the others in my family aren't particularly supportive of this decision, so they certainly won't help me wake up. My solution is to pay my little cousins to wake me up. I'll post some updates from there to let you guys know how it goes. As it stands, it's 11:30pm the night before I have a morning flight, and I haven't even started packing. So much time to do everything I need to do... it's fantastic.
Continuing with the theme of weird things about me that could possibly point to some psychological conditions - I hate birthdays. Rest assured that it's not my birthday. I wanted to write this on my birthday, but instead I waited some amount of time so that no one would know when it is.
Yeah, that's right. I don't tell people when my birthday is. My family knows, since they were intimately involved in the event we're supposed to celebrate, but very few of my friends know. Kristen bribed me by making me a really cool clay rock for my fish tank, so I told her. The only two friends who called were Nicole and Nick, both of which I would have thought would never call. I've seen Nicole once in the past two years, and Nick has been in Pennsylvania for quite some time.
I don't know exactly what it is about birthdays. I just don't like people making a big deal out of it. I hate getting birthday presents (along with Christmas presents), and I hate it when people wish me a happy birthday. All these family members and Nick and Nicole called, and I ignored all of their calls. I didn't call them back either.