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Of course I'm up. Why would I want to sleep when I can listen to the birds, and feel slightly delerious and anticipate delightful hallucinations later on? I mean really, sleep deprivation is fun. Nothing like eating leftover indian food at 6am.

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Gene and I ran out for food, and it was the most summery and pleasant of things to drive with the windows all down and the stereo turned up. Broke, but happy, and the two hour nap just made me stranger.