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People See Me And They Squeal Like Tropical Birds Or Seals Stranded On The Beach.

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.

I Get Lots Of Awards For Being Mentally Ill. Apparently, I Am Better At Being Mentally Ill Than Almost Anything Else I've Ever Done. Seriously - I Have A Shelf Of Awards For Being Bipolar.

My Inner World Seems Largely To Consist Of Three Rotating Emotions: Embarrassment, Rage, And Tension. Sometimes I Feel Excited, But I Think That's Just Positive Tension.

If Talking Were Aerobic, I'd Be The Thinnest Person In The World.