Thanksgiving for introverts: 10 minutes out of every hour steal away to a far bedroom for boosted powers and a silky coat.
It's like the time I wore my "It ain't gonna lick itself" T-shirt to receive the Nobel prize. What a day!
I'm sorry to have to tell you this but you've got terminal internet outrage. The prognosis is grim. There will be many many sick burns.
I've met so many friends through Twitter and it sparked a creative seachange in my life. I'm pretty happy I did it is what I'm trying to say