For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true

[mayhap]

I scarcely know which is worse: the fact that I have dreams wherein people change their LiveJournal names and send me emails, or the fact that, during the morning and throughout the coming days, I have difficulty determining which things have actually happened, and which are utter figments of my overworked mind.

*rereads all the email in her inbox, just to be sure*

I am surprised and somewhat impressed to report that the adjunct strike previously mentioned has been averted after all. Thus far I have only heard President John Sexton's side of the story in the email which he sent us, and I therefore decline to comment further, as President John Sexton is a lying weasel.

Which Medieval Language Are You?! Anglo-Saxon Beowulf... and you get eaten by some monster guys. I can't understand you at all. /// We Gardena in geardagum, þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon, hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon. (I have no idea.)

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[mayhap]

Hee. Yes, there's that, and then there's the quizmaker's evident determination to know nothing about it. I don't know why it amuses me so, but it does.