'Tis a great comfort to me, to be able to feel sorry for myself. For a while there, I can imagine myself the most important person in the whole world, and therefore, everyone is obligated to comfort me for fear of my wrath falling upon them. Or worse, tantrum tears.

The house is mighty tired tonight. Denning's in bed. Jason's in bed. I feel I ought to be in bed, so quiet and solemn it is.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

OooooooooOOOOoooooooooooooooooo.