Shockingly painful cramps precluding sleep, concentration. Peretz just needed out, staggered along behind him, his countenance alive with the joy of life, the perils & rewards of single fatherhood.

It's amazing how feeling victimized enables otherwise nice people to act like total assholes.

Now, I've been feeling pretty hurt, but I don't feel victimized at all. So dbr, you might ask, what's your excuse?

Come by it naturally, I guess, maybe an exaggerated sense of the value of my own thoughts? Not sure how exaggerated that is, actually, pretty sure they could be quite useful to someone if she was capable of thinking about them with some measure of sympathy, not that that's likely to happen.

Ah well, back to feeling like shit.