My brain, of late, must resemble the bumper cars at the amusement park -- all these thoughts race around and around, crashing into one another. They wake me up at night and have me writing letters to the Obama campaign at 4:30 in the morning. I keep trying to distill a bit of wisdom from all the chaos, and once in a while, I think I succeed. But more often than not, the chaos reigns.
"Chaos is good," I tell myself. "It is a first step." I'm ready for step two. I could use a good night's sleep!
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