So, fun fact: I am #Plural and I share a brain with Morgan le Fay. Yes, that Morgan. King Arthur’s sister. Lady of magic. Possibly turned a guy into a shrub once, I’m not asking questions.

She’s not running the show, don’t worry—I’m still the one pushing buttons and paying bills—but she’s here . Think backseat driver with a crown and a wand. We talk. She listens when the message is meant for her. Sometimes she even opens my mouth for me when someone pisses us both off. It’s teamwork.

And if I suddenly start speaking medieval English or threatening to poof you into a coffee table? That’s just a Tuesday.
before anyone asks, no, I do not dissociate. I do not lose time, none of that. We’re just roommates in my brain, and she might get a hold of the keyboard, so if the Internet blows up, that’s why. The primary holder of the phone is generally known as The Evil Chocolate Cookie.