Rough night, hard day

Just how rough must things get until they will get better?

I got one hellish night. I got hit late and naturally, because I drank an energy drink to get rid of it, I stayed up later than I had planned.

BUT even I couldn't have imagined that I would still be up at 4am. But I was, reading, wondering, writing and crying. Everything felt so utterly over-whelming.
They say that everything feels worse at "the hour of the wolf" at 3am to 4m. It's very true, my experiences revealed.

During those hours I came up with few ideas as well. I decided to write about it all to my ch.com family. I planned email to my dissertation counsillor. And I made a promise to myself not to take another peak at all the pictures one can look at after typing "skin cancer" to goodle picture search. I have 9 days to go - I'll worry then, if I need to. Hopefully I don't need to.

I wake up tired this morning. The rough night left its marks. I had a HA when I woke up. A horrible one! It took me a while to understand that it was a mix of regular HA and ch. And later on I got hit again when I was at a grocery store. But it's okay, it's complitely understandable.

I took a long walk and it made me feel better. It was nearly relaxing experience, with all that snow around. I still do not know how to solve it all, but I feel much better now.