Hey, that's right… I'm a woman. I have very different sensibilities than a lot of my friends — men. Seriously, I think I'd forgotten.

Disillusionment, sensuality, nurturing, sleepovers with scary movies… maybe it's because I'm really trying to find myself again, but this, to me, was some wacky celebration of femininity — the pity for weird stalkers, the incense, the spontaneous, overpowering emotional reactions…

“You'll wake up from a dream with a physical craving to touch cat hair. Going into cat mode is usually fine and entertaining, nothing too psychological. But death and nighttime complicate cat mode.”

“I thought of my sleeping bag, covered with Snoopies and Belles, Snoopy's twin dog girlfriend, and how it should have me inside it. It should have been keeping me warm that very minute. Instead, a guy was pushing me against a towel rack.”