Last night I dreamt that my dissertation got published and the ISI kidnapped me for dishonoring a National Hero. I shit you not. I need a new brain.
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between our dissertations we’ve got the subcontinent’s heroes covered, sepoy. i know that dream! somehow, telling yourself more copies of the book will sell doesn’t make it go away, eh?
Maybe we call Jim Laine and start a support group?
itni jaldi haso mat, miyan, we just might need to. >.
two senior historians have both torn my book to shreds in recent nightmares, yelling bong gaalis all the while (neither of them is bong, which puzzled me.)
bong gaalis! ha. wait until punjabi gaalis make it into the dreamscape.
Also, last night in my dream, I was arrested by INDIAN police while presenting a conference paper. What the heck is wrong with me?