My sister, Bobby, on a trip through France and Switzerland. She was staying the night in a quaint hotel just inside the German-speaking section of Switzerland with her not-quite-right sister (me).


Go get yourself a virtual cup of tea,
Pretend that you are sitting next to me,
and we can talk the whole night long about 
how screwed up every writer tends to be.


All right!  I have to ask:  How screwed up are you?