Ill. Not quite as ill as I was earlier today, when I felt so bad I thought I was going to end up at the hospital or have a seizure/collapse. But not great. I somehow got through but my god every day is a slog. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognise myself, there is like 2 plane loads of sacks under my eyes, I look like death warmed up, but sleeping for about 15 hours total in 17 days will kind of have that effect. I just wish I could sleep even for one night. Last night I was totally wired at 10pm, buzzing, joyous, no anxiety. Unfortunately the feeling lasted until gone 3am and was no way to quieten down my brain, so when I had to get up at 8am after a few hours of sleep here and there, and then grind to work and grind through 5 hours of meetings, it all caught up with me. Hopefully it is just fatigue from the insomnia and I will soon be able to sleep. About to try to get home, I drew cash out to get a cab today, but I might try the bus, as there is no way I can keep up my work schedule for the next month like this, and I will have to cut back on work - and therefore really cut back on all expenses, minimising my outgoings is about the only choice I have to stay in control a little bit, and not end up spiralling financially 🥹