more and more!

You had written a note about me, a life story of sorts, and someone turned it into a play. The stage was decorated in tissue paper flowers and had multiple levels, and like a doll house, the audience could see into each different scene as they all happened at once. For the finale, I frolicked out onto the floor in a grey heather leotard with a frilly pink ostrich tail, but halfway through became self-conscious about people looking at me. What followed was a series of nightmares involving pigeon massacres, Elliot Smith's haunted apartment, and witches trying to burn me with their blue eyes.

Mom asks, "What are you eating at night??"