The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.

I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

I bet you cook good, huh?" Darlene asked. "Mother doesn't cook," Ignatius said dogmatically. "She burns.

Oh, New Orleans is such freedom.

My life is a rather grim one. One day I shall perhaps describe it to you in great detail.

Oh, Fortuna, you capricious sprite!