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I almost faint at the bus stop this morning. Burred vlision. Chills. Sweats. Freezing sweat. Concentrate on something else. I think it was Schopenhauer's birthday yesterday. I like to track the local folk. Don't fall over. Loosen my collar. (Zip!) I was reading Schopenhauer last night (Zip!) and I think that Schopenhauer was right. I hang on to a lamp post and hope no one is looking.