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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

No Doz

I wouldn’t last long under enemy hands. They wouldn’t even need to torture me before I offered all my valuable state secrets. Sleep deprivation is all that’s needed to make me fall apart like the Chiefs’ defense. When awake for more than 24 hours I begin to hallucinate objects in my peripheral vision. I can’t make sense of numbers. Distinguishing between reality and imagination becomes difficult. Somebody get me a pillow.


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