Who's My Daddy?!
Yes, yes; you beat me in 4 moves. You are most decidedly my daddy. (But I couldn't help noticing that you failed to mention the game where I beat YOU, Oh Jedi of the Dark Chess.)
...with a calmness I don't feel.
Why can't I sleep tonight?
And Prince Hamlet says...
"O God! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams."
You tattooed your internet girlfriend's nick on your arm? Really? I wish I could crawl into your brain for just a moment to see what a decision like that looks like.