I just took a nap, and now I feel better. I'm still a bit out of it though. So I am staying in bed. I've been writing in my journal a lot because it's important to me that I have accounts of my life. I like to remember things. Reading through them lately is helping, even though I always sound so very grumpy. It's unsurprising... I'm attempting to keep up with my PhD while I can as well, but things are already starting to take longer. I mean, they did before, but I thought it was because of the drinking. It's hard to stay focused. My mind wanders and I realise I've been staring at the wall for twenty minutes and I have no idea what I was thinking about while I did it. I must have been thinking something... It's not entirely pleasant.
I hope tomorrow is a better day. I want to keep hoping that.