mh
tonight's anxiety spike is going away, leaving the urge to stay up for half of forever as that's more appealing than anything likely to happen at work later.
A tangled mess of "well, why would I want to make myself sleep and be merely unhappy instead of completely miserable, since it's been demonstrated I can be made completely miserable regardless of starting mood," familiar from my old job.
Of course that I'm actually bone tired pushes things towards eh, go sleep.