Resolved: every possible conversation exists somewhere on the bedroom-kitchen continuum.
Some days you get the toothbrush, some days the toothbrush gets you.
The older I get, the more I talk in class the way I talk at home.
Actually, I did call in sick this past week, and I’m glad I did, even if it was a lot of work.
When I grew up, I put aside childish things, and replaced them with less childish things that I still have childish feelings about.