I spent all of our vacation money, my husband says, on worthless things. Spent $55 more tonight after returning a dress to my favorite store. I watched filthy pornography on a fairly regular basis. I talked like someone high on drugs who also happened to be a prostitute. I irritated, annoyed, and hurt so many people with my constant chatter and my frequent wretched words. I have a stockpile of insanity I have apparently used for everyday embarrassments. I tend to lose my resiliency with every such episode. I am a lunatic who was made for torment.