Not That I'd Really Been Planning On

I Don't Like It When I Outweigh My Men.

It Was Complicated. I Understood It, Mostly, But I Had To Think A Little Sideways To Do It.

C’est Moi, C’est Moi,’tis I,' I Told Him. It Seemed Appropriately Melodramatic, Though I Didn’t Know If He’d Catch The Reference. I Shouldn’t Have Worried. Unexpectedly, He Laughed. “trust You To Quote Lancelot Rather Than Guinevere.

She Sees Ghosts,” Said Samuel, Impatient With My Whining. I See Dead People,” I Deadpanned Back. Oddly, It Was Uncle Mike Who Laughed. I Hadn’t Thought He’d Be A Moviegoer.

It Is Hard To Accept Being Different, Hard To Have People Avoid Looking At You, And Still Believe In Yourself.