Awake. Went to bed absolutely exhausted and my body allowed me approx 5 hours of sleep. Tried to just rest and go back to sleep but brain/body wasn't having it, so back to the usual stupid Saturday wake up. It's 6.30am. Probably because I took my diazepam allowance in the afternoon and didn't want to fuck up by doubling down on the dose as I already think I've got slightly dependent again. I did take 20mg amitryptiline but it didn't seem to do much apart from maybe help me get the 5 hours.
Had some high paying project work on my dashboard for 2 days, it's gone now (if you don't pick it up someone else will). I should probably avoid work for a bit anyways, I keep making typos completely unconsciously, my brain thinks I'm doing fine, when I read back it's like I'm barred out on Xanax and bashing the keyboard like a demented cat. Speaking of which, I do remind myself that no matter how bad it is right now, I don't have Tiddles driving me up the wall at the same time, maybe this time of year is just silly season for me, everything goes to shit. Got to sort this sleep somehow but for now, I'm up, another coffee I suppose. I'll try to take it easy. m Debating whether to put my Christmas tree up. They're already building the Christmas markets downtown, so why not 🤔 At least I don't have a cat that will try to kill itself by eating the tree/wires that power the tree.