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Like a dead person and I don't even know where on the hierarchy of sleep circuses I could possibly peg mine. I just know that you would be outright gobsmacked if I could somehow convey the reality of it to you whole... a mind meld or one of those vacations where they strap you in to a reclining chair and hook your brain to a certain frequency where such an experience manifests in your cosmos... the one bounded by your skin.
All those days of virtually no sleep are being recovered. I don't even know if I've balanced it yet, but that has always seemed to be the most consistent thing about my sleep circus. I lose any amount of it, at some point I get it back.
A ragdoll of sorts... miraculously still with her stuffing.
pipe up any time....
