Itinerantdaughter's Blog

Today, my intern came in wearing a short reddish wig, fake glasses, and a very short red skirt, and I internally panicked.  “Fuck,” I thought, “she’s having an Amanda Bynes-style nervous breakdown.  EVERYONE knows that wigs are the first step.  I’m going to have to call Bellevue and then get in touch with her parents and then maintain a mentor-type relationship with her for years to come, and she’ll show up at my doorstep when I’m 43 with 3 kids in the middle of the night wailing that everyone’s after her and I just am NOT in the mood for this.”

And then I realized: it’s Halloween.

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