Cheap, ugly, plastic, horizantal, mini-blinds with fairly attractive, custom-fit, black-out curtains that are always closed, never open.

I shun the sun.

I know that I should be getting as much sun as possible, that both my body and mind would thrive in sunlight and that my legs would grow back and that I would look 30 years younger and that my sex organs would double in size, that my intellect would double, too, and my wit and charm would quadruple while gasoline prices would fall until leveling off at 22.9￠ per gallon.

Getting sun would not only be good for me, it would be good for the Nation and not only good for the Nation and the Planet and the Solar System but the entirety of the Universe, known and beyond the abstract cedar fence that I like to call the Glen Clambell barriers. Know what I mean? Turtlenecks and cravats are just fine but no shameful dickies. No Fantasy Island storefronts.

I feel like I'm wigging out. Visiting new mindscapes and feeling frightened that I've been too cheap to purchase the good scenarios and that these 'cheap tricks' are going to turn on me and I'll pass out and die. I've already passed out twice today.

I have already passed out today - twice. I have passed out twice. Because of sudden drops in my blood pressure when sitting up. I've answered the question, I think. I sleep with my full black out currents closed. And all lights off.