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It’s to the point where I don’t want to go to sleep at night, for it seems like I go down, deep, deep, to a faraway place and in the morning I have to pull myself up from a tremendous depth. Last night I dreamed I was having a conversation with a talking chimpanzee named Bubba with a glass eye who was telling me in a Frankie Valli falsetto voice what an idiot his doctor was and how he wished there was an Olympics

for chimps. Sheesh!