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Well, it's two thirty now and we're feeling a bit sleepy. The day was independence day and I rode the parentmobile to the parentcave, where we had dinner and watched the presidential reception on tv, the way you do. Used our powers of telepathy to make a lady stumble on the carpet. Laughed at her. I was so on, 126% on, and now I reel.

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I had a dream I ate licorice and kept falling asleep in public places, falling off chairs and falling down from where I was standing up - and mariavii and sietske said their secret was approaching everything in life with the same enthusiasm you approach a Yale cross-word puzzle with. Oh really, I said and plucked the eyebrows of the girl I was drawing on paper. Yes, really, they said, and showed me the trampoline. I got onto the trampoline - it was awfully small, I had trouble finding my center - and started jumping. Up, up, I swore I could do 65 cm exactly, and was alternately Diana Canova up on the trampoline and Woody Allen down by the trampoline, looking at her jump. As Woody Allen, I produced a piece of paper from my pocket, and the piece of paper said my name was Ari A., and I told my prospective spouse, you know, I'm everything I said I'd be, every single thing on my list, but I'm poor. To tell you the truth.