Hi, Andrew.

Hey, Bob.

How are you doing?

I'm good.

I think I got at least twice as much sleep last night as it sounds like you got, so I'm

feeling reasonably jaunty.

Yeah, I got four hours.

Enjoy your sleep while you're young, Andrew, because, you know, you get older, gets harder.

You wake up, you worry about things.

And if only see, my wish would be, if God would grant me one wish,

it wouldn't be that I would be able to get back to sleep.

It would just be that I would know whether I'm going to be able to get back to sleep.

So if I'm not, I'll get up and work. Fine. I never got back. I lay in bed like two hours. I took a hot shower. I don't want to go into detail. And nothing worked. And I deserve sympathy. But what's new? And, but anyway, you, how is your young life going?

It's pretty good.

Although I got a restful eight hours of sleep, I did have a, you know, have to have a little conversation when I woke up.

Not quite an argument, but apparently Karina had a dream in which I cheated on her.

Did you cheat on her?

I was going to guess that.

You son of a bitch. Yeah. She may know more than you know.

They may have powers of prophecy. Have you ever read Freud's, you know, his big work on dreams?

I probably read parts or much at some point. I don't think of read much.

I may have read parts.

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