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look what I can do
Christ, my eyes, I am never volunteering to be the subject in a perception experiment ever again. (Actually, let the record show that I did not volunteer, but the other two people in my group have corrected vision and so they nominated me.) Three hours of fixating on a glob of blu-tac and indicating the orientation of stimuli in my periphery. And then an hour and a half of anatomy study. I have a real bugger of a headache.
Two hours until choir - looks like I'll be sitting here listening to a parasitology lecture recording and attempting to convince my eyeballs not to explode. Or melt. Or mutiny.
Unless anyone is around and wants to distract me or something. HINT HINT.
Two hours until choir - looks like I'll be sitting here listening to a parasitology lecture recording and attempting to convince my eyeballs not to explode. Or melt. Or mutiny.
Unless anyone is around and wants to distract me or something. HINT HINT.

no subject
Heh, I think it already is.
With El Mariachi/Sands fic.
Which is the pairing that I loathe the most.