I'm trying to drink away the part of the day I cannot sleep away

I recently revisited this album by Modest Mouse. I'm glad I did.

I find myself incredibly angry these days. In a I-wanna-beat-the-shit-out-of-someone-till-they-bleed-way.

Then, other times, I'm amazed by the quiet that sometimes comes. Sipping shockingly strong coffee made in a French press while grating cheese, cutting vegetables, whisking eggs. The man just behind me fries ham, bakes potatoes with rosemary. Clad in his blue tshirt and pajama pants, I sit next to him while the Yankees lose horribly to Baltimore. We load his dishwasher, kick the cat off the bed.

"A little over a month, huh?" he says to me.
"Something like that," I reply.
"Huh."
"Yeah."