For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupidโ like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.
I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.
This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.
Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.
I often find myself in situations where it seems to me like everyone else has read the instruction book
I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?