It is with great determination I announce that Buzzkill Betty is moving out of my head. She has long overstayed her welcome, having lived there as long as I can remember. In lieu of paying rent, she has been helpful-not-helpful by asking why I didn’t do better whenever I did well. She knows just where to put the emphasis to bring me facedown to earth with a thud. And her voice carries. She can speak through the mouths of people whose opinion I value, so I hear her in surround sound. Instead, Cheerleader Cherie will be taking over the lease.