I wound up working until after 10 last night. Belle woke me up at midnight to go outside. 4:30 comes really early under those circumstances. I'm tired as hell but I'm still resisting drinking more than my two cups of caffeine.
I've noticed my general mood has greatly improved over the last couple days. Emotions besides sadness and irritation are much stronger than they were last week.
The writing front seems promising. I pondered a story idea the entire way to work. I may even put pen to paper this weekend. Things are looking up. All I had to do was stop drowning myself in caffeine every day.