me with my foster kitten at five in the morning trying to decide what task to weaponize my hypermania against next

grocery pick-up at 2pm. I could probably risk a seroquel and not sleep through it. been awake since uh 5PM Friday.

I have managed nothing today besides the grocery pick up and I cannot come down from this mania. I accidentally tread on the kitten and now he's spending his last night with us refusing to let me approach him.

Just not a day where I was at my best, lads.