I’m all out of synch. My dreams are too active and memorable and they distract me throughout the day. The other night I dreamt I was hanging out with drug-addicted chefs and Phyllis Schlafly. No, actually, I was at Phillis’ memorial service. In the dream I had hung out with her a lot before she died. I was saying to people at the service that while she’…
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