This happens far too often to just be random happenstance.  It probably doesn’t help that I keep a sketchbook next to my bed that I can write, draw and ponder in.  I must be subconsciously rewarding myself, putting me into a perpetual Pavlovian response.  Ah well, screw it, at least I get some good comic ideas out of it.

My personal psychological experience has always been something that fascinated me.  I did a good portion of art pieces on it in University as well as music and writing.  Gee, maybe I’m a bit obsessed.  None of this surprises me though, seeing that I’m a psychiatrist’s kid.  I’ve had over two decades of therapy and I’m often told it shows.  I know all too well my own personality quirks and mental hiccups.