I thought it might work.

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I keep seeing little windows of opportunity, places where I might begin to dig out of this world of concrete ether I am entombed within. I tried again today. Oh, by the way, yes, I do have to see and sense opportunity or I will not struggle myself bloody and half insane attempting to do the undoable. Today was the day. So, I... prepared coffee, lots of it. I had not touched the stuff for a bit, part of my preparation for the next chance to escape. And drink I did. I would guess three and a half pots of coffee went down my tubes. Strong coffee, four to five dosers of beans went into the hopper per pot. And, it did make me wide awake. Wired, I think, would be a better term for that. I was able to do things in game I did not imagine where possible. But my bottom stayed glued to my chair. The one thing it did was allow me to stay up until 18:30. My record for the past couple of weeks had been 14:00. I needed a bit of a nap, and am just awake to have a bite to eat then hopefully back in bed in a few hours. Trying to swing my days and nights around again. In other words, it was all fireworks and no fire. But wow was it zippy fireworks!

Not much else going on. Waiting on supper, then a bit of tinkering, then back to bed. I will set the alarm for 8 hours after whatever time I eventually go to sleep. I think my days have gotten longer, is the problem, staying awake full 18 to 22 hours, then sleeping for 8 to 10. So, my sleep, at this point, is not inordinate considering the time up. When I sleep, I sleep hard and well. When awake, within my capacity, I function pretty fully. I just do not know how to back it off or push forward, I guess. Anywhile, supper is beeping at me. Some timers are nice to hear. Good... night.