No," I replied testily. "I'm pretty sure 'digital' is Latin for 'fingeral,' so finger cancer equals digital cancer. This is all basic anatomy, Dr. Roland." The Dr. Roland told me that he thought I was overreacting, and the "fingeral" wasn't even a real word. Then I told him that I though he was underreacting, probably because he's embarrassed that he doesn't know how Latin works. Then he claimed that "underrecating" isn't a word either. The man has a terrible bedside manner.

If you enjoyed high school, you were probably a psychopath or a cheerleader. Or possibly both.

If you could hear the insane stuff going on in my head, it would scare the hell out of you. Probably. Or fascinate you. Depends on how easily you're startled, I guess.

Every time I get scared or feel like I'm not going to be good enough at something, I say that mantra to myself. "Pretend you're good at it."

A house should look lived in, and I consider it clean as long as I don't stick to it and it doesn't give me cholera.

I try to be appreciative of what I have instead of bitter about what I’ve lost.

...and whenever I had menstral cramps, I could just pretend that Voldemort was close.