"Arctic fox, it's a trap!"

So I'm reading The Magicians during my commute between patients today. And, I mean, it's not bad. Not great (it's an older take-off on Harry Potter with a dash of homage to the Narnia books, and the characters don't seem to quite act their ages) but not awful (I'm looking at you, Cal Leandros). And I'm up to a section where the protagonist and co. have turned into arctic foxes and are trampling through a frozen wonderland. It's cute and playful, particularly after a section of scenic dreariness. I'm reading and reading and, then, BAM!, arctic fox sex. I've never actually had a car wreck reaction to a work of fiction before, but I swear to God the person sitting next to me should have faintly heard the sound of my mind reversing to re-read what was on the page. Over and over again.

Seriously - arctic fox sexxor. You can't make this stuff up. And my re-reading was soundtracked by Mike Birbiglia yelling "arctic fox, it's trap a setup!" This book better make the weirdness worth my while.

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I'm nervous about tomorrow re: work stuff. My confidence is sort of shot; I keep wondering whether I made the best clinical judgment with one of my patients today. I've done a better job of not using food to quell the insecure voices in my head, but I did impulse buy a new cellphone. Maybe not the smartest idea right now, but meh. I'm a big ball of lack of confidence smothered in bitter chocolate.