Dear t, I don't think I'm going to feel like talking tomorrow, because I'm afraid if I do I will just pick a fight with you and I don't want to do that. What I would really like to happen is this: I curl up on the couch and hug my pillow and you tell me a story. Please tell me a story t. A once-upon-a-time, from your perspective, all about me. I am just brave/crazy enough to want to hear what you would say. Please t?