I'm a tad anxious about not working. Wanting to be awake all the time. Wanting to be on full tilt boogie anxiety brain. Wanting to push myself into the amp-ed up crazy place, but fighting the urge. Stick to the schedule. Stick to the schedule. The bell rings, take my meds. The bell rings, go to bed. The bell rings, get up. I'm in a blah kinda place.