Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense.

IN MY LIFELONG STUDY OF HUMAN BEINGS, I HAVE FOUND that no matter how hard they might try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workaday lives of meaningless toil and suffering.

Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.

Me, feeling. What a concept.

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

Feeling - what authentic human fun!

I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities.