I am the comfort killer. I sleep very little. I work out to the point of being sick to my stomach. I push myself to do things I hate. I take cold or lukewarm showers. I read books that are agonizingly slow and are sometimes less exciting than watching paint dry. I assure you I am not a masochist or Sysphean. However, many of you are probably wondering, “what the hell is wrong with you?”