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I am half regretting borrowing Colin's copy of "The Watchmen." I can't handle truly good fiction. Even now in this brief moment of clarity I should goto bed since I have a long day ahead of me, and yet I'll probably keep reading till I am greeted by dawn. I think more than anything else I blame this addict nature in my personality for my academic failings. Even when I know the real world matters, fantasy has a way of kidnapping me down another rabbit hole.