I sleep better if I let my thoughts fester and consume me, than after watching a lighthearted film or something general pleasing and thoughtless. Maybe it just makes me feel real, alive, with purpose, and that’s somehow comforting. Maybe it just exhausts my brain until I pass out. Regardless, there ain’t no sleep like night of mental self torture and song writing. Call me a tortured artist, but tonight, I will be sleeping like a baby.