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The last few nights I've been dreaming of my job. I see boxes and boxes of clinical records that have to be send on or stored. I know your brain is meant to rehash the day's events, but couldn't it do it in some more exciting or obscure way? This way, I get up feeling as though I've spent the night doing my job the same as I do in the day!

Ficathon!

I've just signed up for the Bujold ficathon. Going by the likely amount of writing time I have before the deadline, this may have been a mistake.