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I think I've been slightly sick for several weeks. I've been stressing myself a lot since the beginning of April, and my body's been giving me some seriously mixed signals. My officemates have expressed concern about catching things from me, since it's not like their lives are exactly stress-free either.

I can't keep this up forever. But things are OK for now.

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It's been pointed out to me that I don't write about much other than work. Well, I write what I know, friends. I am more or less loving every minute of this, even when I'm hating it. Believe me.

There's other things to write about, and people to write to, and I've fallen way behind. I am sorry if you are one of them. Some day I will catch up.

I should really post something about Inform 7, which is absolutely fantastic. But I still don't feel that I've spent enough time with it yet. Coz, y'know, everything else.

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BTW, have always hated people who drawl on about how much work they do and how little time they have for reading and so on, clearly being self-congratulatory-via-self-pitying about it. If I start getting like that please slap me. It may be the life I'm leading these days but I'll be damned if I'm gonna make a lifestyle out of it.

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I dreamt about dental work. Turns out I needed those fillings after all, and the dentist, a woman I didn't recognize from waking life, injected Novocain into my chest or abdomen. We were both under the impression that this would render me unconscious. When all that occurred was a vague tingle in my mouth, we both became very agitated and confused.

After I woke up I realized that she should have called my real-life dentist, who knew that I only respond to very strong painkillers (and I guess only when orally injected as well), and continued to feel upset. Then I realized that it was just a dream, and then I was so, so happy. The end.

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I may be going to Origins this year. Some nonzero fraction of the three of us definitely is, at least.