From the DSM IV, you're probably experiencing 305.10.
The Diagnostic Service Manual is a list of codes used in health care to bill the insurance companies. The IV simply means it's the 4th time they've revised it.
You also may be suffering from 292.12, PCP intoxication.
Or, 302.4, Exhibitionism.
Or you could have 307.7, Encopresis, which is an unhealthy relationship with your poop.
My favorite, but a long-shot at what is ailing you, is 312.34, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, which is what it sounds like: Rage-o-holic complete with breaking stuff.
You may also be afflicted with 312.39, a condition that includes pulling your hair out and eating it.
I'm still suffering from ODD. I didn't make it up. Oppositional Defiant DIsorder (ODD) is what it sounds like.
Good luck to you sir, and no penguins were harmed in the production of this missive.
i saw this movie when it was brand new, on a weeknight, with a buddy of mine. his name was skip. he died of "the bug", meaning AIDS. he was a good friend of mine when i first got clean and sober, and the first openly gay guy i knew.
my first wife was sick of me and strongly suggested i go do something away from her. i went to the movies with skip. i loved that version of me. i absolutely didn't give a fuck what people thought of me. hanging out with skip, i mean. everybody else could go fuck themselves. seriously.
when the real scary parts started, skip started feeling the part and covered up his head and wriggled around in the seat. i wondered if he was high. i was very careful with sobriety in those days and wouldn't even have been around him if i thought he was high. he wasn't. he was just into the movie.
it's crazy how many classic movies i saw the first week they were out. it made an impression on me and i liked the places the series went, except when it went off course for one movie.
i especially love sitting in the previous pilot's piss, or worse. some people have some kind of ass ooze, not from the hole, but due to the various and sultry (i love that: "various and sultry". i am a fucking wordsmith every now and again.) conditions of uncleanliness that they've allowed to overtake the back porch.
this was a ridiculous post for me to take part in, because i practically never sit down in a public. it frightens me worse than spiders. and twice i've seen spiders under the lid when i was on a toilet.
all i wanted was socks. i hate the commercialization of the whole thing. not because it's disrespectful to jesus, but because it's become the driving force of the economy in what used to be america. i don't want to play anymore. i like my truck, and i needed it. i like the movies, cuz it's my escape. i like having warm socks, cuz i don't like to wear shoes in the house, and my feet get cold. if e. wants to buy me something for christmas, i asked for socks. i also think i need a new watch band.