(Please don’t correct me if it’s not true; as far as mistruths go, it would cost none of your superior knowledge but all the little pride I have been building up.)

Update: Reached the “acceptance” stage of grief fairly quickly once I conceded that the symbolism doesn’t have to be subtle if you *want* the effect of hitting someone in the face with a sledgehammer (with the point).

Still not dropping my beef with Hemingway.

“This place about to BLOW—“ Yes ma’am, which is why I’m going to wash this pile of towels instead of letting my brain pretend that the couch has always had that weird, multicolored lump on it.