Snooze *The name says it all*

I was copying/pasting my novella from here onto a word document and I realized just how many spelling mistakes there were. I apologize, and if you're anything like me, you hate spelling/grammar mistakes in writing. Oh well.
Christmas was fun; I got drunk twice in four days, met a new person, fell into a brief depression, and now here I am again, all fine and well, working off of two hours of sleep.
That's right. Yesterday, I woke up at one in the afternoon. My sleeping pattern was messed, so I decided to stay up all night. I looked at the clock at 6 and decided to take a break (I was on the computer). I didn't want to answer the questions my mother and step father would have for me when they walked down the stairs to see me at the computer at 6:15. I tried to stay awake, and for the most part I did. I was watching TV, and that's when it got me. I gave up and said if I'm gonna sleep, I'm gonna sleep.
To my good fortune, I woke up coughing violently (enough to wake me from my brief slumber) at eight thirty and decided to stay awake. It was almost three hours before anyone else woke up and from there, it has been shifts of watching movies, playing the Sims 2 and checking emails. Anyways.