Inspiration comes from the darnedest places. I just made it through a couple weeks of physically intensive training that wouldn't have mentally taxed me as much, except that I caught a cold (man-flu) half-way through and had to sleep in a recovery position every night so I wouldn't suffocate. Thanks to meth-heads, I can no longer easily obtain cough medicine that's worth a damn.
I find myself once again coping with misery by associating a song with a current wrestler.
Finn Balor has been stealing the hearts of the crowd. Even though I recently admitting to not really caring for him, I find him endearing in that he reminds me of U2 song from when they were actually edgy. I'm dedicating U2's "Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me" to their fellow Irishman Finn Balor.