You know the song "prison sex" by tool where it starts out with dude scraping the guitar pick down the string and it sounds so stressed like a high tension wire that's already started to fray and will snap at any second? That's what my head feels like right now. Sometimes it feels like my skull's a giant chalkboard, and someone's got their hand inside scraping their fingernails up and down.
Some days it's good to be me, some days it's not so fun. I hope this isn't a good day. :