And I only call my mind that because... in terms of sheer cranium size, amount of CRAP crammed inside, my inability to escape from its clutches, as well as my utter contempt for what goes on inside its walls... There is no better way to describe it.
"I’m waiting for her bus to come. You know those things you took for granted when you were a kid? Like going on field trips and riding the bus? All those simple things make me nervous as a parent. I’m not off my guard until she’s in my arms. If she’s five minutes late, I start to get nervous."