anyone have any wisdom about bulgaria? cuz now's the time to share it.

perhaps because i kept thinking "both! both!" yesterday evening, when stressing about Job, i dreamt last nite i was a hermaphrodite. it was a passing condition, and there was much more to the dream, including a troop of little girls staring at me as though they'd been betrayed and something about donuts.
having spent nine straight hours staring at this computer, i feel as surreal now as i did waking up. it bears mentioning that despite the physical differences inherent to my hermaphroditic state, emotionally i could detect no change. i wonder whether that means my mind isn't particularly gendered, or that i'm not capable -- even in dreams -- of knowing how i would think if i were [half] male.