It still feels like Friday. And it’s past 2 a.m. on Saturday morning.
Am home, and since getting home… well, there’s been a lot of late nights and a lot of sleeping in. Until noon, today, in fact.
I don’t like this. I really don’t like the feeling of so much time lost, slipping away. And I’m a bit worried because of how upset I actually was. I’m not sure if it was just the sleeping in and feeling disoriented when I woke up, or being late to take my meds, or what. I mean, I settled down fine for breakfast, but I was really unhappy before then.
I don’t imagine staying up until 2-a.m.-plus today will help either, though.
In other news… well, not much. I’m going to be keeping an eye on my mood, and going back to the job hunt. I made it out to stitch-n-bitch last night, and felt a bit more awkward than usual, but it wore off. And I’m going to set my alarm for tomorrow.
Just about finished catching up on Breaking Bad; the closing music is playing for the end of season four. Brilliant show. Have started watching American Horror Story as well, and am–
Oh holy crap.
Okay. Well. Just saw the end-end of the last episode of season four. Walter, you son of a bitch. That’s brilliant. That fits. It’s horrible.
I highly recommend that show, FTR. Check it out, if you haven’t seen it.