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Ever have the impression that you would like to just drop off the face of the earth? That if you have to respond to one more e-mail or phone call or text message that that will be it, that you will collapse and die the way people used to die of "old age," just somehow perish because it was appropriate and your time?
And then alternately you're making all these plans that cause that to be an entirely unrealistic scenario, in terms of fixing, that is.
Such a sleepytime bear...