I feel a wreck

[extemporanea]

Darn it. Had a small Culinary Incident the other night, in the course of chopping spinach: misjudged and sliced a neat V-shape into my left forefinger, nearly severing the top third of the nail. Given that I was using the only actually sharp knife in the house, this was quite dramatic, shearing straight through the nail and into the flesh. Copious

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[pumeza]

I officially finished work today -- which means I will spend the next few days before the nanny goes on leave *pretending* to work (just a little bit) so I have a legitimate way to escape the children -- which means if you want someone else to read through it and pull on likely-looking ends I'm available. :-)

Your dreams are somewhat infectious, btw. I've been haunted all week by an intensely romantic dream involving a cross between the ninth Doctor and a former client of mine, both of us unwilling and underprepared contestants in a reality TV show which required patrolling ramparts at dawn. Or something...

[extemporanea]

Oooh, Ninth Doctor dreams, jealous! (You clearly found an alternative source for Season 1, btw, let me know when you want 2).

I appreciate your kind offer of emo-kitten-rescue, but the wretched paper is currently in the form of about two thousand words of notes, and three notional opening paragraphs which I keep writing and then deleting because they're crap. In other words, I wouldn't inflict it on a right-thinking person. Also, I'm trying to shoehorn postcolonial theory in with the fantastic, which is causing my brain to dribble out my ears.

[origamitiger]

We are coming soon to annoy you more and to kiss your finger better.