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For days I have been evaluating a therapy diary of one of my students. Still don´t know how to form an opinion of her making progress and send the result to her therapist. At least the girl does not try to "kill" her twin sister during lessons anymore (She was so frustrated about not being able to trump her sister that she used her instrument as a weapon to whack her. That girl surely has a lot of rage potential). Now I´m a psychological mess, too. To add insult to injury daughter gave me Shakespeare´s " A Winter´s Tale" to read (because she has to write a paper about it and does not like the play, plus she has two more papers to do, means she has two more books to read, one in Spanish, one in German). This was certainly not what I intended to read in bed in the evening! After a while I gave up and decided to resume reading this relatively dry text next morning and settled for some fanfiction instead. Hubby was delighted because I finally switched off the bedside lamp, stopped squirming (Shakespeare sometimes does that to me) and activated my tablet PC under the cover of my blanket. I tried, I really tried to keep quiet, but how could I possibly have known that the author of that fic was a buffoon, and what had started as a quite nicely written piece of serious fanfiction turned into a comedy riddled with sentences that made me giggle, very softly of course- until I came to the following part:" “What time did you get in?” “Sometime between harder, babe, fuck me harder and oh God, oh God, I’m going to come,” Nik said, too irritable to bother with either inflection or shame. When you were sexiled at eight o'clock, you did not expect to be met with that kind of nonsense on returning at just past midnight." That gave me a veritable laughing fit- at two in the morning. And yes, that´s my usual reading hours, and there´s a reason for that. Of course hubby was not amused and lectured me about how important sleep was, as if I were a child, then turned around and started snoring again. So much for getting enough sleep during hubby´s snoring hours! I vote for separate bedrooms!