....Um, no, still not in bed from the point where I woke up in the previous post, for some reason. Brain-weasels are firmly entrenched on the hamster-wheel of "too tired to calm down and sleep", and keep poking me to check my email because It's Too Quiet And Everyone Must Have Died. I've been trying to remind them that this is probably because most of the people who might conceivably be emailing me on the average day have lives that include attempts at sleep schedules, but they're not having any of it. It's the part where they're threatening to write an academic paper about "perceived threats to the construction of real-world identity in an online age" that begins to worry me... Or I may have just missed a few too many knitting meetings and I need to Get Out More, whichever.
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