Thursday, March 02, 2006
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I've discovered that I not only talk in my sleep (most recently, something about "In a true democracy, blahblahblahrrrrmmmm....."), but I've recently started using sign language as well. A couple of nights ago I woke up Mrs. Dunce with sign language (or maybe she was already awake since they were quiet signs); I was dutifully practicing my BSL and asking someone about their job:

<pointing>  WORK  WHERE <pointing>  ("Where do you work?").

I was dreaming about trying to have a BSL conversation in the dark, without my glasses on. Needless to say I wasn't able to understand their response (if any).
Thursday, March 02, 2006 3:52:20 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)  #    Disclaimer  |  Comments [1]  |  Related posts:
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