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[hawkwing_lb]

...You know, it strikes me that my life has closed down to essays, and complaining about them.

This strikes me as remarkably boring. And also inaccurate.

But I'm not talking about the good things. Just the essays. Possibly this is because they take up so much of my life, to the extent of invading my dreams (and trust me, this is a very weird phenomenon), but.

I may have to do something to change this, before people stop speaking to me at all, lest I suddenly segue into a discussion of the nature of the evidence of social organisation in Iron Age Greece, and so on and so forth.

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[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

You're dreaming about writing essays? That sounds remarkably like what I do with the difficult or worrisome patient: I dream all night about what I'm doing. It's repetitive; by 4 am I usually wake up out of sheer boredom. ;-)

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

No, the things I'm supposed to put in essays haunt my dreams. Leading to some very odd ones with prophets and dancing snakes, last time out.

(Last night it was a train, a hostage situation, an empire, a set of student protests, and a revolution. This is possibly because the new essay requires thoughts on 19thC imperialism. The train, however, I cannot account for. :P)

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Da train! Boss, da train!

...

Sorry, 80s flashback.

;-)

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

*eyes*

...I really don't want to know the details, do I?

:)

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

It was a television show that I didn't even watch. I can't even remember the name of the show, only that Khan (Ricardo Montalban) and Herve Villechaize were in it.

Nothing to see here. These aren't the trains you're looking for.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

These aren't the trains I'm looking for...

...Wait, what trains?

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Exactly! No trains here. Never had any.