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Well-Rested

So one of the things you do when you haven’t been able to sleep in a day and a half is open a book you’ve already read four times. Repitition, you hope, will knock you out. Then you come across a forgotten line like this one:

The French smoke all the time because it’s their last competitive skill.

The book is Traitor by Ralph Peters. If you’ve never read it, pick up a copy.

Anyway, I finally got a few hours of sleep late this morning/early this afternoon. That oughta hold me for a while.