I think I need to go back to bed. I "slept" for three hours last night, meaning I was in some kind of feverish waking-dream thing where it was mildly related to the fact that Bryan and I watched Memoirs of a Geisha, played Monopoly, and something about rubbing my stubbly, hairy, fat legs. Then I woke up, freezing, and then slept for real for three
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