Do you every have that feeling, like something went awry a while back and you've only just now started to notice? I swear, it happens without fail: I'll have this tremendous burst of egotism: for weeks on end, I'm irresistable, smarter than smart, prettier than pretty, bursting out at the edges with potential.

And then it stops. I wake up in the middle of the night, seized with the memory of some past dorkilation, convinced that I've (literally or metephorically) pooped the bed. Bleh. Would that I could be manic forever.