I’m working on 4 hours sleep in the last 40 odd hours. I’m hoping i’ll sleep soon but I’m so wound up & stressed that I can’t seem to relax. If all else fails, i’ll pull Adam’s bean bag out into the garden tomorrow and nap in the open air (under shade of course, I burn with in minutes!). I cried so much today, it’s a mixture of things. I’m stressed about one of the design jobs I’m doing, I’m stressed about money. I’m depressed & frustrated about my mental illness, which is somewhat amusing. I want to study, but I need a steady job to pay for the studies, but…