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I was wailing about the three-dollar beet, and threatening to rip up my entire yard and plant a full blown farm, complete with chickens and pigs and cows bunched in there somehow. Trouble is: I'd have to do my farming at NIGHT. My sleep thing is so COMPLETELY out of hand. I keep waiting patiently for it to change its mind, but it wants me dead asleep all day long and ONLY wants me alert and happening between about 11pm and 7am.
DESPITE forcing myself to sleep during normal human hours for the last two nights, I have barely been able to keep my head up during the day. It's better when I'm out and about, but still not anything to get excited about. Perhaps two more synapses per hour are firing while I'm milling about with the rest of the local population.
IT'S PATHETIC!
IT'S GETTING ON MY NERVES.
The healthier I get, the worse the sleep thing gets.
I'm raving about the neighbors' yapping little tyrant who won't let me be in my own yard without going POSTAL and the fucking feebs who hem and haw and don't do Thing One, not even one meek "No!" to impede her, trying not to wave my arms while Dawn's got scissors near my head, and threatening to farm at NIGHT anyway—with a flashlight—when Dawn starts cheering me on. Go for it! Go for it! Go for it!
And then tells me she'd be happy to trade me haircuts for produce.
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YOU BETTER GET TO THIS RIGHT AWAY AND SPREAD IT BEFORE IT'S GONE....
Maybe, just maybe, if you watch it, you will begin to BELIEVE me that we DO NOT want these people making life and death decisions for us... in ANY area of our lives. I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH.
[If you prefer to read the transcript, go HERE and be sure to mail the link to everyone you know.]
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And right after that treat, it might be well you attend to THIS and THIS, just to try to get everything in PERSPECTIVE.
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