Building a story soundtrack at two-something in the morning because sleep is for the weak. Every time I sit down to write here, my brain turns to mush, and I seem to get Vyvanse levels of incoherency happening up in this place. That’s probably a sign I should just step away from the internet, but…nah. There are days I think, I am thirty-six years old and wonder, how the hell am I that old and… Keep reading…I tear so easily…