Trying out new work schedule starting tomorrow which means I can stay up for a while yet, no problem, but since what I mostly want to be doing is being curled up in a ball weeping, I think I might as well go to sleep. You can tell, or I can anyway, that you've spent far too much time in disturbed mental states when your main problem with them is finding new ways to present them humorously. Would be very satisfying to spend some time feeling sorry for myself without simultaneously finding it ridiculous but I can't seem to pull it off.
Have Jenks 'Tex' Carman's "I'm a poor lonesome fellow" stuck in my head, cute. OK, going to go be all fetal & pathetic for a while.