electric relaxation

Triumphantly breaking free of the shackles of Oedipal guilt, I beat the living crap out of my mother in a Scrabble game. I demolished her respectable 317 point tally with a monstrous 441 point explosion, including a 67 point, 7 letter play of “wittier” – the only downside of which is that unattainably high epigrammatic expectations were set for the eloquence of my subsequent self-aggrandizement, and as you can see I’m falling short.