Last night was the first night in over a month where I had six hours of sleep. My sleep score was only a 78, but I consider this progress. Now if only I could do that every night... This morning is the first one in awhile where I feel close to 100%. Since it's already Thorsday, I'll excuse myself from working out until Monday morning at the earliest. Due to his recent antics, my brother has officially encroached my life. I will be responsible to take him to a handful of doctor's appointments starting today. He will be reported to his social worker, and it's possible he could be recommitted to a hospital. At this point, I really don't fucking care. There are some things people must be held responsible for even if they're family. Speaking of uncouth behavior, I've decided not to join a gym. After witnessing a few videos of "gym culture" that included a "manly" man slapping a petite, buff woman at one near my place, I'll continue worki