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And it's not even quantity so much as it is quality. I'm wondering if I might not end up back in control of my faculties at some point. You know, immediately in full contact with memory... as in not doddering and befuddled almost as though someone had taken an egg beater to my brain?
I was dreamin' like sixty last night. So far, all I can still access is that it was mostly about Elon Musk, and all very, very positive... stuff I want to remember more than to just let slip into the void, and will announce to the world, loudly, if it does finally come back all the way.
You may recall I had aspired to become his head nanny some years back, thought that was going to be my best shot at helping shape a decent future and get a really cool pad built by The Boring Company.
Lately, after having gotten a good gander at that absolutely adorable Short Person of his, I'm thinkin' I'd have to come with a more physically fit assistant to pull off Elon Musk's Nanny... well, or maybe we could program a robot to snatch them from the jaws of disaster or disobedience before they get in over their heads. That could work.
Anyway, I really love Elon Musk. I was teetering on the edge of loving him for many years. Now, I just flat out love him and yer not talkin' me out of it. Furthermore, maybe you ain't no cowboy if you don't too.
pipe up any time....
