I started writing the following and I don't understand why I did not finish. It's well written, in my humble opinion.
Oh, look. My period must be making its grand entrance soon. I’ve suddenly become contemplative; contemplative on a larger scale; on an epic scale.
I believe I deserve an Emmy for the role I’ve been playing the past three and a half years of my life.
Ok, so, maybe I haven’t felt like a professional actor playing someone living my life for that entire time period; at first things were not this bad. I can’t say I haven’t settled into this role nicely either. It’s comfortable. It fits like an old, well broken in shoe. I just don’t feel like it’s me.