i'm sick to death of obamaland and it's not even built. i have gut trouble and headache, haven't slept much for 3 days. new pillows smell like magic markers. i can't concentrate, but i keep reading anyway. chemicals are in everything we touch and breath, toilet seats, pillows, clouds and clothes. there's more noise and fumes since obama repurposed the trees. the power station sounds like a lynch film soundtrack. i think something is going on inside me that's as mysterious to me as the world.