Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

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.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.

Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.