I'm O.K., You're Not So Hot [antikvár]

I was once not-so-hot myself.The reason I was not-so-hot was that I was cold. Cold and confused.They laughed when I lay down on the psychoanalyst's couch. The previous patient hadn't finished yet.I didn t know Who I Was and Who I Was didn't know me. When I talked to myself (which was continuously, despite my cry of "For God's sake, can't you ever shut up?"), I didn't recognize my own voice."Let's see," I used to say, "is it Rex Reed, Rex Harrison, Oedipus Rex, Tyrannosau-rus Rex or Robert Redford?"Well, it was none of the above.It was just plain Me. And I was stuck with Who I Was and vice-versa.9