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October 6, 2011
Stress stress stress stress stress.

Some days I want to sleep forever. I would like to curl up into a ball beneath all the blankets, pillows, and laundry on my bed and not emerge until the whole world stops asking things from me.

"We're sorry," people would say. "We didn't realize how stressed out our demands made you. What do you want to do?"

But... no, that would never work. Because no matter how much they wanted me to be happy, I could never chose something that might make them unhappy. So I should just sleep. Forever. In total ignorance.