I actually think of being funny as an odd turn of mind like a mild disability some weird way of looking at the world that you can't get rid of.
I think a certain amount of anger has been a fuel of mine if you want - but also some sort of sadness and plain mischief of course.
My dreams are of water. And my nightmares.
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.