Erm... hello subconscious?

Just so everyone knows what prolonged boredom, stress, isolation, and fiction does to me... this morning someone in my building woke me up at 8:30 by pounding on my door because I'd left my keys in it yesterday. It took me ten minutes to get myself out of bed because for the first five or seven, I was convinced that it was Voldemort's plot to lure me out.