From: ohland@charter.net   
      
   For decades, I slept without moving, so that I would not catch the   
   attention of Martha Stewart. When I'd wake up, I'd be in a fashionably   
   decorated basement, chained to a lathe and churning out napkin rings.   
   These rings would be supplied to KMart, undercutting even the cheap Red   
   Chinese versions.   
      
   Then KMart more or less disappeared. My need for paralysis was over.   
   But... I've been watching episodes of "The French Chef" by Julia Child,   
   and now my nightmare is running in slow motion down a dark alley. Julia   
   Child has a 4" paring knife, and she's gonna julienne me for using   
   canned chicken stock instead of fresh.   
      
   Just as I run into the walls of a dead end, and she's almost ready, I   
   wake up...   
      
   Is there something wrong with me?   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)