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Oh, good, so my folks aren't getting divorced, my mother isn't now the host of a popular talk show, with Amy Poehler guesting this week, preparing for the appearance and staying at my parents' (now just my mother's) house, while I'm visiting, but I'm not allowed to talk to Amy. It was just another nightmare. It's actually a new "series," a few days ago, Ariel Pink was the talk show guest with whom I wasn't allowed to interact. And, when I say I was "visiting," I was also stuck there, couldn't remember how I'd gotten there, and didn't have the time or money to get back to where I actually reside. What is the point of this torture I go thru, night after night? Even if you can't relate to the content of the nightmare, you know that nightmares FEEL terrible, even if they sound silly out loud.
Bleh
Bleh