Hours of sleep: Zero. Morning: spitting nails.
1 1/2 hours late to work (called, but left when/if in limbo). A) it was taking time to rip culprit a new one, and B) had to bring it down enough to drive.
Cannot really describe state of mind, though I did consider both checking in and checking out. Did neither. Basically a whole lot of agitated mental flailing. Work grounded a bit. Debated 6 hours about calling psych for an appt. Finally did.
Did a couple mindless chores. Pretty calm now. But it is quiet, I'm not having to deal with anyone, and am exhausted. Going to shower and call it an early night.
Weirdly, an area on my head is tender, as if it bashed against something, but don't remember anything like that happening.
Not a day I care to repeat.