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I drink instant coffee and Honest Tea and I love Frosted Flakes and Lucky Charms (and Honey Bunches of Oats, when I'm feeling slightly more sophisticated--but only slightly). And just like everyone else (ha ha! I think!) I spend more time on Facebook than is even remotely healthy. I check my e-mail even when I don't have Internet. My first name is shared with about a billion other people, which is actually a lot more fun than it sounds. My last name, on the other hand, is mispronounced by about a billion other people (it's pronounced "shay", by the way; oops, that rhymed, I'll stop), which is not as fun as it sounds. Oh, and sometimes I'll be the most sociable person around; other times I'll stay huddled to myself the whole day, popping an endless stream of fun-sized chocolates into my mouth, steadily adding to (and then tipping over, and then completely devastating) my recommended daily sugar intake.
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As though it were a slightly sour sweet.
Let terror, then, be turned into a treat,
Lest it undermine our common sense.
Our nightmares are the founts of fancy whence
We wander through the fields of our conceit,
Eluding the true horror we must meet
Embodied in the play of our pretense,
Now ranged across the night in our defense.
-Nicholas Gordon