I’m reading a really funny book, The Reluctant Tuscan, by Phil Doran.
It’s a wonderful portrait of the particular kind of “quirks” (i.e., derangement) that afflict comedy writers. I really identified with this guy’s brand of neurosis.
A wacky, disparate syndrome: living via fast food drive-thrus, over-identification with your job, prone to hysteria, …. it’s a long list.