This Was Just No Fun. I Wanted

The Key To A Happy Life Is To Have Accomplishments To Be Proud Of And Purpose To Look Forward To, And At The Moment I Had Both. How Wonderful It Was To Be Me.

In My Lifelong Study Of Human Beings, I Have Found That No Matter How Hard They Might Try, They Have Found No Way Yet To Prevent The Arrival Of Monday Morning. And They Do Try, Of Course, But Monday Always Comes, And All The Drones Have To Scuttle Back To Their Dreary Workaday Lives Of Meaningless Toil And Suffering.

Mutilated Corpses With A Chance Of Afternoon Showers. I Got Dressed And Went To Work.

The Whole Point Of Wearing A Disguise Was To Be Seen Wearing Her.

And So As Much As I Can, I Care About Her, Dear Deborah. It's Probably Not Love, But I Would Rather She Were Happy.