Obviously we didn't really have a sleepover like this. I only say "obviously" because we don't live in the same country.
Regardless of any attempts to conform with the Swedes in my life though, my sleep schedule tends to be quite erratic. This is mainly due to the lack of structure in my life, and I have to think that my lack of structure has a lot to do with my fucked up sleep schedule.
Not that I'm saying I'm a victim of circumstances, or that I'm caught in a vortex I can never escape from. I could be normal if I wanted to. Okay, let me rephrase that, I could appear normal if I wanted to. In fact, I do so on a regular basis, just the other day I bought a burger and didn't scream in terror during the whole interaction.