I sleep. A lot. Like I was explaining to my girlfriend, if I don't get 10+ hours of sleep then I'm no good.
Part of this is do to having an iron deficiency and part of it is depression, which I don't understand; I'm happy. Things are good. I don't know.
What I do know is that beginning tomorrow, I'm getting my butt out of bed at 5 a.m. and I'm going to start working out again. Then it's off to the library to work on my book. It's time to get out of my 'cell'. It's time to make a change. Wish me luck.
My journey from abused child, to bank robber and to who I am today.
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