Me, me, me

After three weeks without a good night's sleep, I'm starting to get some inkling of how crazy people feel. It's easy to let things grow out of all proportion, and to see things in an altered way. It's also easy to feel outside of the normal interactions of society, and to feel set free of the demands of normal life and politeness, etc.

That's not to say I really know how it feels to have a mental illness, but I feel a tiny bit more understanding.

I need to sleep.