The thing is, ladies and gentlemen I can’t do justice to the civil war. I can’t do justice to the pain of the north, or the pain of the south. I can’t do justice to the strife and the turmoil of the in-between times. I couldn’t tell you that it has initiated liberty (well maybe it has, but I wouldn’t know). I can’t pull up any documents to back me up, because I have too many other things to do. I can’t even really write this, now. I could write it later.
There’s the rub. I won’t want to do this later. I won’t want to do this tomorrow, I or in 3 years. When I’m old, and gray, burned out and downtrodden, I still think that I would rather be baking bread, and getting past what is going on at the present time. I think that, maybe I will watch the Civil War in a movie. I’m sorry to disappoint you Mr. K. If you need to fail me out of your class, I would understand.

I wonder how many babysitter's lives
Monopoly
has saved.

We stood in the kitchen with our brothers, eating icecream right out of the tub, and occasionally filling our coffee cups back up until we'd had enough.

I think I like chaos on a schedule. I think I haven't had a headache for a while. I think coffee makes me bearable. I think I'm going somewhere.
I'm getting really good at raising my eyebrows one at a time.