The intolerable persistance of obsessive compulsive behaviour

Sometimes I think I might just be a little mad.

Its not so much my inability to comprehend wtf other people are talking about, or my difficulties in feeling empathy for 95% of the people I meet, or my sudden mood swings, or my phobia's regarding illness and responsibility, or the psychiatric evaluation which recommended I be put on mood altering medication, or the constant frown on my face, the dreams about slaughtering people until my arms are red with blood or the sudden urges to scream at the top of my lungs until I pass out... Its nothing like that. All that happens, but it doesn't bother me too much.

What bothers me is my inability to go to bed. I can sit here for hours putting off the inevitable, knowing full well that I'm going to pay for my stubborn unwilingness to go to bed in the morning. The trouble is, I'm never tired. I can sit here bouncing along to bouncy music (see above), doing what ever it is I'm doing and not feel remotely tired, even when my eyes are starting to close of their own accord. Its as if the physical sensations of fatigue become suspended after 10pm and don't resume function again until 4am, every night.

I don't stay up every night until 4 am, but I could, easily. Even on days when I've been tired and falling asleep from lack of sleep, I'm still wide awake by midnight and putting off going to bed.

Madness.
Its 2:48
Again