Crazy happy. Right?four hoursImagine this: only able to get four hours of sleep at a time. Crazy stuff. Right? At one point, for a long time – compl...te truth. Sleep cycle thrown off the tracks. Derailment. Unable to relax body enough to gain actual rest. Walking on a razor-thin edge. Anxiety-fueled existence. Living in a constant state of panic. Crazy stuff. Right?fight itHoly snap, death does not an answer make. I saw it. Never give up, my dude. There is always a new venture around the corner.. "A very short style," the policewoman suggested, as she polished Lynnie's bald scalp."Lynnie, she's shaved your head!" Jo exclaimed, and raising her hands she squealed, "She's shaved mine too!" You look like a pixie!" Lynnie cried , "Oh my god!" Now don't make a fuss, just your underarms and bushes, hold still!" the policewoman warned and she buzzed at Lynnie's underarm hair."No, please!" Lynnie protested, "You can't!" And now your bush," the Policewoman ordered. "So strip!" Look I'm out of. Shit. This is driving me crazy.On a sudden impulse I jump into the sea, swimming a short distance. It helps to clear my mind. It stops me from getting angry again: from falling into the seething rage that made me avoid other people, especially women. I need to prevent my rage spilling onto innocent bystanders, like it did so often during the last months.It was my sister Annette who told me I´m a ticking time bomb. She was right, of course. She always is. So I chose to live as a hermit: it´s the. Besides, Ginny told herself on the street-car later, she was getting things out of order. A lot had to happen before children came into the picture, including speaking to David. She saw him once more that week, when she dawdled in front of a department store window, looking at the still-up Christmas display. The window she picked was near the bus-stop that David waited at, and she saw his reflection as he also looked in it — or was it at her? On Saturday the second of January, Ginny woke up.