I can't get anything done today. I work for about 45 minutes, and then my concentration plummets. I've graded two papers, read an article on John Barth, did an Italian translation (one of three I should do for tomorrow), and added a page to my GSA paper (I need one more). I guess it's not all bad, when you list it like this, but it seems like it has taken me forever.
On another note. Soccer + Tennis + Golf in 24 hours = soreness of the back and legs. Oh, and I guess some DDR has to go in there as well. Fun though.
So I had this dream the other night that I was in a bank and I got change for something. One of the coins I got was this weird penny/nickel hybrid (it was the size of a nickel but it was bronze like a penny). It had a weird Indian Head design on it. So I left to go home to look it up on the internet to see if it was worth anything. Then, as I left - I was walking across a parking lot or a mall of some sort - I saw a retreiver attack a duck in a fountain. For some reason, with neither one seeming too big or too small, the duck and the dog were the same size. The duck was too much for the dog; it was hopeless. So, as I got closer to the fountain, the dog came over to me and bit my hand, and held on. Soon, I was swinging it around while it stuck to my hand - all windmill style. For some reason I wasn't really concerned about this; I was just like, "Damn dog . . . get off my arm." Then, the dog turned into a bear, but a really little bear. Then I woke up, and I was lying on my stomach, with my hands underneath my pillow, and my hands were clenched into really tight fists.
And the golf tournament is no help . . . they are playing like shit today.
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