Ok, here it is, 8:13 a.m. and I am wide fucking awake. I woke up at 2:30-ish, which means I slept about two and a half hours. Shortly after I woke up I had the urge to crochet. I feel like an old lady or something, but I have to keep my hands busy, it is the only thing that challenges the restlessness.

I just learned the single-crochet stitch a couple hours before I went to bed and I already have crocheted about a 1/4th of a welcome mat sized rug. After my eyes started crossing I put it away and started stuffing 100 envelopes. When I finished that I watched a few shows I had on the DVR, while weaving a placemat. After that I submitted a few employment applications online and did more mental illness research.

I’m wired without reason. I know I need some sleep, but my mind is going ninety to nothing and back again. I need to calm down a bit; I wish my body would cooperate.

I took a few hits from the bowl and now I’m starting to relax a bit, except for the overwhelming urge to write.

Now I have the urge to do yoga or pilates. WTF? Oh well, why fight it?

On this day..