Sometimes, her skin can't contain her. She feels peevish, restless. Disconsolate, fretful. Helplessly watches the most important characters in the drama slip in unnoticed, unremarkable, mouthing banalities. Hearts breaking in bright sunshine. Humor and pathos melting into confused mediocrity. Disregarded stage directions. Somewhere, someone's mismanaging the whole show.
If only they’d let her run it.