My attempt of writing more is already gone, overtaken by too much work and a too short holiday in which I apparently didn't do anything else than sleep and read. My home is still chaos (My father told me off on friday when he did pop up to see me)and I am back at work, working maybe not a lot of hours, but everyday. This morning I worked 9 to 13, tomorrow I work 15 to 20.... that kind of annoying shifts. But Still there are not 40 hours a week, those hours that I don't know I would be able to work. I still don't know what really are my limits, how much I can do before my stress levels bring me down. This summer I just lowered the lamictal and it was chaos inside my mind. It's often chaos inside my mind. That's why I sleep and read, read and sleep.