Not much to report for Thursday. I hauled myself out of bed for class. Dr. Bruhn decided to have us do a little activity this weekend. There was a bit of a big-brother sort of culture in Shakespeare's time -- people were being executed for treason and heresy (being Protestant or Catholic, depending on who the monarch was) right and left, and everyone had to be careful to keep up appearances, lest they end up detached...from their bodies. So, Dr. Bruhn decided that we should all spy on each other this weekend (not in the bathroom, and no breaking and entering) and then try to guess on Tuesday who's been spying on us.
Just call me James Bond.
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