I am so tired, I can hardly type these worfs.

Of course, it is boring to read about boring thing, but it is better to read something that makes you yawn with boredom than something that will make you weep uncontrollably, pound your fists against the floor, and leave tearstains all over your pillowcase, sheets, and boomerang collection.

It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.

There was still plenty of water in the basement, and I felt it soaking me from the knees on down. If someone wanted to torture me until I told them a critical piece of information, all they would have to do is get my socks wet. It feels terrible.

For Beatrice, when we met, my life began. Soon afterwards, yours ended.

The rinsed foam swirled into one drain that always clogged come October when the maples dropped Canadian propaganda over everything.

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone.