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This is my brain... This is my brain on drugs... First there is the fact that even in all of its glorious clarity my reading level is the same as that of a three-year-old these days.  Second there is the fact that things get a little fuzzy when I am taking pain-killers that manage to disguise the natural consequences of  a doctor poking and digging a magnet around in my toe like any good cook mashing up some potatoes, which while once were intact are now a mixed-up mess.  I believe that when I read one of the pages of Eliana's story it went something like this... "Whatever, look!  Corduroy, horse, in wagon, what?" Eliana looked at me from her bed and hollered indignantly,"Read!"  Because that just wasn't quite right.