That is a very common paranoid delusion for schizophrenics.

That was my first thought, too, especially since it was a college-age person saying it.

My specialty exam is coming up in just a bit more than a month. Eek. I'm going to be OK, right? I'm not going to freak out, and if I pass it'll be great, and if I don't pass then I can study some more and take it again after the summer. And the professors wouldn't be telling me that it was time for me to take it unless they thought I could pass it. So I won't freak out. Right.

(Just needed some affirmation there.)

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So I won't freak out. Right.

That's a very common delusion for grad students.

Hil, you're freaking brilliant. Your profs would be all over you if you weren't ready, trying to figure out why you weren't ready.

You're gonna rock.

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That's just mean.

So... you were looking for nice instead of honest? Damn. I always get those two screwed up. Lemme see if I can fix it.

Does this mean I have to vacuum now?

No, honey. You don't have to vacuum. Let me send my houseboy Jimmy over there to do it for you. I'll tell him to bring bon bons, too.

I'm sleepy, though, so that's about as good as you're gonna get tonight.

Hil, I would guess that you'll pass the first time and won't need to re-take the test. Trust in your professors. If they think you're ready, you probably are.

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What Cindy said, Hil. I've known Ph.D. candidates whose advisors told them a month before their dissertation was due that they had to scrap half of it and practically start all over again. If you weren't ready, they would let you know.

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You're gonna rock.

Cindy is very smart. I agree.

I also missed Erin's boy pictures. I am sad.

BUT! I have the most fun fabric EVAH! [link] I'm hoping it's going to go with next month's quilt, which it should. I just had to have it.

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My math prof sister was telling me today that one of her students came to office hours to explain why she (student) couldn't concentrate on her math work. It's because her parents implanted a device in her brain when she was 14 to spy on her, but the device has gone haywire and now she can hear the conversations of a homeless man in LA.

What Cash said--and college is definitely a time when schizophrenia is likely to emerge. Ouch.

In other news, I'm annoyed--there's an eyeglasses store that has frames I really like, but the salespeople there are annoying and bitchy, so I don't feel like giving them my business. But they're the only store in town that sells those frames--there are a few stores in NYC, according to the manufacturer, but...

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Erin! I keep missing The BOY!

My new diapers came today. Mmm. Hemp fleece. So soft, so nice, so made with aplix (velcro) so as to better apply to squirmy bottoms for night use.

Sadly, my new batch of hemp inserts aren't here yet. But I'm washing dipes tonight, so it'll be good.

Gronk.

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Well, I, too, believe there is no boy. He is only an image that my daughter implanted in my brain two years ago of a fairy penguin, so that I wouldn't question the dates she brought home.

Ooh, that's cunning. It would totally work!

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No, honey. You don't have to vacuum. Let me send my houseboy Jimmy over there to do it for you. I'll tell him to bring bon bons, too.

Now you tell me... I whined and then I got over myself and went and vacuumed. But Jimmy can still bring the bon bons. I feel peckish.

You're gonna rock.

I'm with Cindy.

My new diapers came today. Mmm. Hemp fleece. So soft, so nice, so made with aplix (velcro) so as to better apply to squirmy bottoms for night use.

My BiL suggested cloth and I think my sister nearly choked him on the spot. Then again, she has laundry that you can measure by tens of cubic feet. Still, only thing I have every liked about him.

Ooh, that's cunning.

I want a cunning fairy penguin to sweep me off my feet...

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I want a cunning fairy penguin to sweep me off my feet...

They're not that big. I think the best it could hope for would be getting you to trip over it.

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