The Past Is A Cupboard Full Of

When I'm Writing, My Neural Pathways Get Blocked. I Can't Read. I Can Barely Hold A Conversation Without Forgetting Words And Names. I Wish I Could Wear The Same Clothes And Eat The Same Food Each Day.

I Have Been To The World's End And Back And Now I Know What I Would Put In My Bottom Drawer .i Would Put My Sisters.

The Grim Reaper, Gloria Corrected Herself - If Anyone Deserved Capital Letters It Was Surely Death. Gloria Would Rather Like To Be The Grim Reaper. She Wouldn't Necessarily Be Grim, She Suspected She Would Be Quite Cheerful (come Along Now, Don't Make Such A Fuss).

Oh, God. What Was Happening To Her, She Was Turning Into A Normal Person.

If They Would All Sleep All The Time She Wouldn't Mind Being Their Mother.