Ladies and Gentlemen, Contestant Number 8...
In my stress dream, I am Sarah Palin. I don't know anything. I don't know anything beyond the Cartesian basics: I am here. I think I am here, and therefore I am thinking, and therefore I exist. But I have no idea how I got here. I have no idea how we got here. I don't even remember walking into this room, putting on this body mic, smoothing my skirt over my thighs, concentrating on your hair. I don't know anything that's ever happened, ever - and not just in that isolated dream way, where there's no past and no future - this feels entirely real, entirely un-dreamlike. Everyone is watching. You're asking me questions and I don't know the answers. I only have answers to questions no one will ask me. I am naked. I am walking across the stage in heels. I should have never accepted this job. I should have said no. I should have said no when I had the chance. I no longer have the chance. I have no chance. I am Sarah Palin.Ladies and gentlemen, I am Sarah Palin.
(This is something I'm writing, not something I'm feeling. Hi!)
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Dan
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