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April 17th, 2010There was a doctor once who diagnosed Olivia’s disorder merely by making up a latin term for her unusual habit of falling asleep whenever anyone said something mean to her. But he didn’t have a remedy, or even a decent temporary treatment. And so this odd problem she had that first manifested on her preschool playground plagued her all through her youth, peaking perhaps with her first real boyfriend, a real dick, who used to prod her constantly on her outfits, her weight, her laugh. Nonetheless, the relationship lasted longer than it might ordinarily have due to the fact that she slept through most of the worst parts. But she survived that, and went on to become one of this state’s finest senators. Of course, her condition prompted her to fall asleep during most of the campaign, and it was awkward when, during the first debate, she drifted off during her opponent’s opening remarks. But her falling asleep was interpreted not as a sign of weakness, but rather impatience with a petulant opponent. She won handily.