Review of Anna to the Infinite Power (1983) by Bryan S — 03 Feb 2004

I now know what it means to feel "infested".

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I've been drifting through the past 5 days...half asleep...half aware...

I've been having nothing but nightmares and I think it may be my recent mass-consumption of tomato soup.

I assume that stuff is loaded with salt, and that salt is not akin to good pre-slumber snacking...unless you want traumatizing nocturnal a priori apparitions of President Bush shipping you off to an inter-asteroidal penal colony for DUI offenders...or finding the love of your life and watching her slowly die of cancer...

I'm a tortured soul right now, and my torture isn't even real.

I'm not used to this. I don't know how to handle it.

Perhaps if I watch the movie "Babe", which always makes me cry, I'll release some of these apparent demons lurking beneath the epidermis of my subconscious mind.

Or maybe I'll just have a nice hot bowl of tomato soup...