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I'm at a conference on 'The Feminine and the Sacred', of all things. I skipped the middle panel of the day to get some transcription done and now I have a headache due to listening to a man mumbling at me for three hours. Mumbling about lots of people with Nigerian names, what's more, which I have no idea how to spell, so half the time I can't tell whether he's saying something in English I can't hear properly or listing Nigerian sculptors. Now I'm waiting for the next panel to start (I know! Start! At 4:00pm!) but I'm in such a bad mood I don't know if there's even any point staying on. |
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