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I go to bed around 10 or 11pm, stare at the ceiling (now vaulted, with a nice fan) & listen to my husband snore for two or three hours... finally nod off. Then get up around 6:30 or 7am.
I can't remember the last time I woke up and didn't feel like shit. I'm pretty sure it was in the 1990s.
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per·son \ˈpər-sən\ (noun) - an ephemeral collection of small, irrational decisions
The fun thing about evolution (and science in general) is that it happens whether you believe in it or not.
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