So it's like, half past midnight pretty much. Since 11am on the 11th, I've totalled 3 hrs sleep all up. It's the 13th by a gnat's whisker. Fuck I'm amazing.

I rang the crisis number to check how important it is to up the dosage of quetiapine. The lady said she would consider it pretty important, but basically there's not going to be anybody breathing down my neck checking. Based on that, I'ma continue with 500mg. I don't want to take 600mg. I don't like change, and I don't want my...

So yeah, last night. I went for a walk balanced (apparently precariously) on the top of the median barrier on the motorway. Fucking. Awesome. It was a kick, to say the least. And then the cops came, as I knew they would. And I got in trouble for laughing and not taking it seriously - gosh I was having a great time - and then I got arrested for disorderly behaviour, at which point I was quieter, but continued to grin cos I felt good.

Back to the station, processed etcetera, get told...