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look away, look away

I don’t know what happened. There I was, in a perfectly good sulk, feeling sorry for myself because the gums around one of my wisdom teeth are aching enough to keep me awake at night, hungry and crabby from too much black tea and not enough food, when I walked into the kitchen and decided on the spur of the moment to clean the kitchen and then make — yes! I don’t even need to tell you. I turned on the pop-psych show for laughs and within ten minutes was having great fun despite myself. Then, and I should warn you that this is the scary part, so avert your eyes if you must, Donna Reed started chanelling herself through me. It’s true! It sounds unlikely, but really, can you picture me deciding to make oatmeal cookies on the spur of the moment? I didn’t think so. Not only did I make oatmeal cookies, I thoroughly enjoyed myself, restrained myself from eating all the dough, and then… cleaned the kitchen all over again. Aren’t you afraid for my very soul?

Well, you should be.

Stephen! You go home now!

The comedic relief, that’s me.