In any case, you guys deserve a better, happier, more acceptable freewrite than that. So let's go
Last night, I had dreams that I remember. I came across Ashish and Greg playing frisbee in a parking lot with 5 other cars there, one perpendicular to the others. I got to speak to Condoleeza Rice. I asked her, "What was the hardest part of switching from Secretary of Defense to Secretary of State?" I know, I know; that wasn't her past position. I don't remember her answer, unfortunately. I had another good part of that dream. There was also a very sexual part that I will not tell you about. No, don't worry; it didn't involve anyone I know except me.
Or did it? Well, none of you anyway.
When I lack sleep, I don't feel the correct pain. I knew I should've been physically tired, but I wasn't. Now I'm feeling it. When I've slept like a tick, usually the pain that I feel is more social, or something. For instance, it bothers me subconsciously when my music tastes get attacked and I'm tired. I have to be tired for this to be true.
This is why I try to get a lot of sleep. Of course, I should train myself to be ready for those situations where I don't have enough sleep. Everybody should train himself for situations of some sort of duress. Like Kramer or whoever should've trained himself not to be a racist shit. Hey, I'm serious. You've got to find your stupidities, weaknesses, or prejudices or whatever and crush them. You turn into a different person when you're tired.
Like De La Soul said, it's just me myself and I.
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