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I accidentally slept through my shift at the post office last night. I don’t know why my thoughts have been obsessing over the amount of sleep I get. But the dreams about spinach and pesto almost disturb me more than the nightmares about plane crashes into a Southern rivers beside very Faulknerian landscapes. Woke up to a craving for a spinach and ( Read more... )