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> >                 YOU KNOW YOU'RE TOO STRESSED IF...
> > 
> >         Relatives that have been dead for years come visit you
> >            and suggest that you should get some rest.
> > 
> >         You can achieve a "Runners High" by sitting up.
> > 
> >         You say the same sentence over and over again, not
> >            realizing that you have said it before.
> > 
> >         The Sun is too loud.
> > 
> >         Trees begin chasing you.
> > 
> >         You can see individual air molecules vibrating.
> > 
> >         You begin to explore the possibility of setting up
> >            an I.V. drip solution of espresso.
> > 
> >         You wonder if brewing is really a necessary step
> >            for the consumption of coffee.
> > 
> >         You can hear mimes.
> > 
> >         You believe that if you think hard enough, you can fly.
> > 
> >         Things becomes "Very Clear".
> > 
> >         You ask the drive-thru attendant if you can
> >            get your order to go.
> > 
> >         The less sense matter and matter is more than sense.
> > 
> >         You begin speaking in a language that only you and
> >            Channelers can understand.
> > 
> >         You say the same sentence over and over again, not
> >            realizing that you have said it before.
> > 
> >         You keep yelling "STOP TOUCHING ME!!!" even though
> >            you are the only one in the room.
> > 
> >         Your heart beats in 7/8 time.
> > 
> >         David Lynch comes up to you and says:
> >            "Hey!, can I film you?"
> > 
> >         You and Reality file for divorce.
> > 
> >         You can skip without a rope.
> > 
> >         It appears that people are speaking to you in binary code.
> > 
> >         You have great revelations concerning:
> >            Life, the Universe, and Everything else, but can't
> >            quite find the words for them before the white glow
> >            disappears, leaving you more confused than before.
> > 
> >         You can travel without moving.
> > 
> >         Antacid tablets become your sole source of nutrition.
> > 
> >         You discover the aesthetic beauty of office supplies.
> > 
> >         You begin to talk to yourself, then disagree about the subject,
> >            get into a nasty row over it, lose, and refuse to speak to
> >            yourself for the rest of the night.
> > 
> >         Teddy bears begin to bully you for milk and cookies.
> > 
> >         You have an irresistible urge to bite the noses of the
> >            people you are talking to.
> > 
> >         You say the same sentence over and over again, not
> >            realizing that you have said it before...
> 
> -- 
> -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Robyn Conder, the Vulture Lady =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
> vulture@poboxes.com -=-=- http://www.netforward.com/poboxes/?vulture
>        First Student of the Tendo Kasumi School of Philosophy
> "Some love is just a lie of the heart / . . . But that can't happen
>  to us / Because it's always been a matter of trust."  --Billy Joel
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