damonsellars

It's sometimes annoying to learn new things about myself. For starters, I've discovered that my lifetime bout of insomnia was in a way a form of self medication for severe tension.

After two nights of restful sleep, I find myself incredibly irritable at having to listen to my roommate and his girlfriend crunch incredibly loud Taco Bell meals while I'm trying to watch Monster's Ball (good movie incidentally).

What's worse is it makes me feel like a reject from a less inventive episode of Seinfield, and I dislike neurotic humor to begin with. Maybe I should just stay up late tonight.

I should finish editing my manuscript. I should work on the script I'm doing for a friends comic. I should get my life in order.

But I really just want to bash my head into a wall until I calm down.

Ah the joys of unstable brain chemistry.