This might be your lucky day. I've been on a roll tonight. I've pretty much told my whole (sometimes secret) life story in music and snarky comments. It's a fun game, see if you can put the pieces together.
Maybe too much black tea, Canadian whiskey, pain, Russian vodka, survivor guilt, who knows?
Personally, I think it's bacon withdrawal. Been a couple months now. Haven't slept since late 2013.
Spin the wheel and win a prize!
(Edit) I have to take so much aspirin so that I can function at a minimal level, my blood is so thin that if I cut myself shaving, I'll be dead before I can get to a phone. Sweet. If I was a courageous man, I'd commit suicide.
My (few) friends keep telling me in a shrewish "Karen" voice, that, "You're still here for a reason."
Why didn't Odin take me in 2013? Everybody would've been so much better off.