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Very, verrrry often, I catch myself dreaming of the serenity of living my whole life on my actual home planet, the one where I am not assaulted by the ministrations of idiots when I need help. It's worse for me because I know this means everybody else is too, only... only they don't know it's idiocy, quite possibly lethal idiocy.
And it pays.
I can't get over that.
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In fact, I wonder if my sleep disorders are about trying to sync myself with Earth. I mean, for sure I do not feel like a frickin' genius, but even when I'm OUT of it... well... I think maybe I just have to concentrate more, and so I do, and, nope, it's really idiotic.
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Although, I also live with a vague suspicion that there is a wizened healer on some ultra-obscure back ally in China somewhere who could fix everything, set me straight, launch me into the rest of my life without any sleep disorders, and no daylight saving disorientation either.
always and any time....
