The adjuration to be "normal" seems shockingly repellent to me; I see neither hope nor comfort in sinking to that low level. I think it is ignorance that makes people think of abnormality only with horror and allows them to remain undismayed at the proximity of "normal" to average and mediocre. For surely anyone who achieves anything is, a priori, abnormal.
Yawn...I believe that I love sleepmuch more than anybody I__e evermet.I have the ability to sleep for2 or 3 days andnights.I will go to bed at any givenmoment.I often confused my girlfriendsthis way__ay it would be about onethirtyin the afternoon:__ell, I__ going to bed now, I__going to sleep__ost of them wouldn__ mind, theywould go to bed with methinking I was hinting forsexbut I would just turn my backand snore off.this, of course, could explainwhy so many of my girlfriendsleft me.as for doctors, they were neverany help:__isten, I have this desire togo to bed and sleep, almost allthe time.what is wrong withme?___o you get enough exercise?___es___re you getting enoughnourishment?___es__hey always handed me aprescriptionwhich I threw awaybetween the office and theparking lot.it__ a curious maladybecause I can__ sleep between6 p.m. and midnight.it must occur aftermidnightand when I ariseit can never bebefore noon.and should the phone ringsay at 10:30 a.m.I go into a mad ragedon__ even ask who the callerisscream into thephone: __HAT ARE YOUCALLING ME FOR AT THISHOUR!__angup_every person, I suppose, hastheir eccentricitiesbut in an effort to benormalin the world__eyethey overcome themand thereforedestroy theirspecial calling.I__e kept mineand do believe thatthey have lent generously tomy existence.I think it__ the main reason Idecided to become awriter: I can typeanytime andsleepwhen I damn wellplease.
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Yawn...I believe that I love sleepmuch more than anybody I__e evermet.I have the ability to sleep for2 or 3 days andnights.I will go to bed at any givenmoment.I often confused my girlfriendsthis way__ay it would be about onethirtyin the afternoon:__ell, I__ going to bed now, I__going to sleep__ost of them wouldn__ mind, theywould go to bed with methinking I was hinting forsexbut I would just turn my backand snore off.this, of course, could explainwhy so many of my girlfriendsleft me.as for doctors, they were neverany help:__isten, I have this desire togo to bed and sleep, almost allthe time.what is wrong withme?___o you get enough exercise?___es___re you getting enoughnourishment?___es__hey always handed me aprescriptionwhich I threw awaybetween the office and theparking lot.it__ a curious maladybecause I can__ sleep between6 p.m. and midnight.it must occur aftermidnightand when I ariseit can never bebefore noon.and should the phone ringsay at 10:30 a.m.I go into a mad ragedon__ even ask who the callerisscream into thephone: __HAT ARE YOUCALLING ME FOR AT THISHOUR!__angup_every person, I suppose, hastheir eccentricitiesbut in an effort to benormalin the world__eyethey overcome themand thereforedestroy theirspecial calling.I__e kept mineand do believe thatthey have lent generously tomy existence.I think it__ the main reason Idecided to become awriter: I can typeanytime andsleepwhen I damn wellplease.
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