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January 20, 2012

I lie down on the bed.† My eyes hurt. I can see the ceiling, some kind of dappled plaster thing.† Why do they do that?† Acoustics.† It is to make the place not so echoey.† I wonder if the people who do that even know it will have that effect.† I reach over to turn off the lamp.† I have to search for the switch.† The writer has not given me a memory of the lamp, of the switch, of where it is. Fumbling around the lamp, I cannot find it. Is another one of the writerís cute intellectual jokes?