I have the male lead in a play called You Can’t Take It With You and I saw myself in makeup for the first time last night. I “droooked mah-vlous”! All my blemishes disappeared, and for the first time in my friggin’ LIFE, I thought to myself, “You’re not such a bad-lookin’ guy after all, Q!”
Then I realized that when I took that shit off my face, I’d be just plain me again. I think I found out something important, and the next time I have a relationship I’m gonna remember that (whatever it was!) 
Who do I thank?
Quasi
PS: Sorry to be so cryptic with this post, but something’s just beating me over the head trying to get my attention, and I can’t articulate it!!!