Had the weirdest dream last night. Christopher,
Gran, and I were walking in a parking lot in the evening, going to a get in a
car we’d borrowed from our cousin, Randy – the one who I’ve never met – and as
we walked along in the twilight, Christopher burst into song. And, instead of
getting freaked out by this, Gran and I join in singing an a capella version of
Wilson Philips’ “Hold On”. Scariest part of the dream? We sounded better than
the original.
Despite being completely random, I know
it’s because last night while writing my essay, I was talking online to
Christopher and (Cousin) Cathy D-K for a few hours.
I completed writing my first essay for this
degree. It was not the best essay I’ve ever produced, but the topic was one I
couldn’t really connect to, so I’m not altogether surprised. I handed it in
when I went to class, so it’s one less stress on my shoulders now.
Our lecturer today was interesting; we had to
read some articles in preparation for class, but he ended up not knowing what
we had to read and thus said we didn’t actually need what was going on. Either way, the
lecture was really interesting and I knew stuff about it, so life was good.
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