I'm just trying get to page 200? It's like when I had that out of body dream of floating up to the grey corner of my bedroom, stopped by the ceiling. I have to get back to my body! Nobody said I have to read 100 pages a day of Anneliese talking about her theories of her insanity. She's not insane. Anyway I had to dash back up to the 17th floor to see the next set of concrete letters lifted up to his conning tower, but they're on the dark side now.