Hellooooooooo insom­nia.

I hate my laugh. No, really. It’s a com­bi­na­tion of my moth­ers’ laugh (a sort of gaspy, light, heav­ing) and Mike’s laugh (short bursts of falsetto squeak­ing). Someone once told me that it’s what she liked about me, but I think she just asso­ci­ated it with my sense of humour.