the body is willing but the spirit is weak

Day 3:

- trying not to chew anyone's head off
- kind of hate everything
- nearly finished a chapter I've been struggling over for a year and a half (I mean, between the cracks of my life as 1. a grad student and 2. a faculty member). in a week
- re-organized the litmag's files in a fit of frustration
- barely restrained myself from furiously reblogging everyone who disagrees with me
- craving food constantly
- played four levels of Divinity: Original Sin. it's the only thing I seem capable of enjoying right now
- still at a grand total of eight hours of sleep since Saturday
- my reflection looks exhausted
- I feel 1000% alert
- fuck every single person who thinks hypomania is fun and romantic