The Blue Angel Syndrome

摘要

Thank God for gentle new sleep aids that let people over 50 drift off into peaceful slumber and wake up feeling refreshed, or I'd be lying around all night twitching like a downed power line in a lightning storm. Which I mostly am, anyway, despite these wondrous pills that encourage butterflies to nutter around town, fly in your window and scatter the pixie dust of quietude on your brain like a dump-truck load of sand.