Friday 10:00 pm: Went and let out a family friend’s dog with my buddy Jesse.

Friday 10:30 pm: Got home and went up to my bedroom because I began to feel kind of sick. I decided to watch the movie Bottle Rocket (classic) and then just fall asleep to get rid of this possible sickness. My plan didn’t come to fruition.

Friday 11:30 pm: After changing my mind and watching an episode of Flight of the Conchords instead of Bottle Rocket, I rolled over to go to sleep.

Friday 11:45 pm: Not that I had put too much effort into falling asleep, but after 15 minutes of nothing, I switched locations to the basement which is where I usually fall asleep. I got down there and saw that my brother & sister were watching Twilight. (Insert un-enthusiastic “Hooray” here) So I hopped over to the next room, shut the doors and set up shop on the floor. Unfortunately, I could still here the movie. I got up and grabbed a fan, which I turned on to drown out the noise of the film. It worked. I fell asleep.

Saturday 12:50 am: I awoke from my lack-luster hour of sleep, went to the bathroom and then got back in my makeshift bed. Within 20 minutes I fell asleep again. Sweet.

Saturday 3:40 am: After a dream about making bread, I’m awake, again. I had fallen asleep with a sweatshirt on, but woke up with it at my feet. I was freezing, but also on fire. At this moment I realized that I had a fever. Awesome. I grabbed my things and went back up to my bedroom.

Saturday 5:00 am: At this time I had been laying in my bed for a little over an hour and hadn’t been able to get back to sleep. I picked up my things and made the move downstairs to my main floor. I got on the couch and turned on the TV. At 5:00 am there is just so much quality television to watch. After seeing infomercial after infomercial about what to buy to fit into my old clothes and what kind of juicer will yield the best product I found something worth watching. Unruly teenagers being whipped into shape by very strict parents. That’s some worthwhile TV right there.

Saturday 7:00 am: I changed location once again to my bed upstairs. Sadly, I couldn’t get comfortable and didn’t fall asleep for another half hour.

Saturday 8:30 am: Woke up and went to the bathroom Got back in bed and my pops came in to see how I was doing. He brought me some motrin and a glass of water, which I took but had some trouble swallowing because of the pain. I then turned on my clock radio that sounds like the ocean. I got a little more beauty sleep after that.

Saturday 11:30 am: I dozed in and out of sleep from 8:30 until 11:30, but at this time I decided to give up on sleeping and move to the couch on the main floor. I flipped on the tube and college football was on. This is the only reason I was glad to be sick on a Saturday.

Saturday 11:30 am - Saturday 8:00 pm: I moved from the couch a few times during the day. My only destination? The bathroom. I must have watched about 10 different football games during this time, including watching my favorite team, Florida State, get stomped by Tim Tebow and the Florida Gators. I kind of expected that outcome though. Around 8 I tried to sleep, and I did for a bit.

Saturday 9:45 pm: After a nice little nap I arose again, watched some more football and drank the recommended amount of Nyquil so that I could fall asleep. I’m not sure how well it worked because I felt like I was awake for quite awhile after taking it. My parents had been gone all night, but when they came home they brought along a large frosty from Wendy’s. I ate it and for the first time all day my throat felt soothed.

Sunday 12:00 am: I finally fell asleep while laying on the floor.

Sunday 6:45 am: The longest streak of sleep in the last 20+ hours. I got up and took a pee. Then moved to the couch and slept until about 10. Thank you Nyquil.

If I could guess I would have to say that Sunday will be the same. Except that college football will be replaced with the NFL. I’m excited. (Except not at all.)