Comfort Killer

panic.pngI 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?”

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