Got Me Hypnotized
I begin to cure my night-owl problem by going into a trance.
The doctor walked me to the door, shook my hand, and wished me luck. I have been doing better on my bedtimes and my dreams have returned to normal. Maybe one night I'll crack 11:30.
In Human Guinea Pig, I take strange jobs, sample peculiar therapies, pick up odd hobbies, and generally try the activities that my colleagues have always wondered about but don't have the guts to do themselves. (Can you make money on an Internet get-rich scheme? How about as a street performer? What would a plastic surgeon do to your face? Can anyone be a telephone psychic?)
Is there something you've always wanted to do but were too scared or embarrassed to try? Ask the Human Guinea Pig to do it for you. E-mail me your ideas at guineapig@slate.com. Thanks to many readers for suggesting this assignment.
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Illustration by Robert Neubecker.