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I keep dreaming about being nibbled to death by fictional theologians, and Ordol has really sharp teeth. Even more worryingly, this morning I woke up with a fresh, slightly infected scratch on my hand that I certainly didn't have last night.
This is probably my subconscious's way of telling me to stop sitting up late re-reading the Chalion novels. (Have I ever shared my Holy Family = Vorkosigans Theory?) And perhaps I should go on a Hidden Sharp Objects Hunt, since I had an identical scratch on my tummy last week.
On an even more worrying note, I'm really enjoying my Organisational Policy class. Like, really enjoying it. I read a policy on the use of camera phones in public spaces, and had fun.
This is probably my subconscious's way of telling me to stop sitting up late re-reading the Chalion novels. (Have I ever shared my Holy Family = Vorkosigans Theory?) And perhaps I should go on a Hidden Sharp Objects Hunt, since I had an identical scratch on my tummy last week.
On an even more worrying note, I'm really enjoying my Organisational Policy class. Like, really enjoying it. I read a policy on the use of camera phones in public spaces, and had fun.