fading anomalous confidence 050507 ... ovenbird My body doesn’t know how to function on a single hour of sleep. It sends me a thousand signals that something is deeply awry. My temperature controls seem to be failing because I’m freezing, but my shirt is soaked with sweat. When I stand there is a buzzing in my legs like my bones are full of flies. I want to lie down on the ground. I want to cover myself in a heated blanket and sleep for days. But I hold myself upright in this place where there are too many voices, too many hands, too many eyes fixing me in their gaze. “There’s nothing I want,” I say. “There’s nothing you can give me that I don’t already have.” 251115 what's it to you? who go blather from