Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

Yesterday I slept between the hours of 2pm and 4pm; which has been a suprisingly normal behaviour as of late. My sleep hasn't been so good as of late, so I've been making up for what I lack in quality with quantity. However, sleeping in the middle of the day seems to have its interesting side effects.

More specifically, sleeping in the middle of the day seems to produce weird dreams. Like ones about Eminem, Usher, the Great Sports Betting Scandal of the Eighties (did not happen), and films made about that event (also didn't happen). Did I mention I was at a Superbowl too? Oh, and male-only cheerleaders, about 100 of them, dressed in these blue outfits, doing physically improbable routines?

Yeah, like that.

So I ran into the Honours supervisor on the way to drop off my thesis. I sheepish asked You liked it?, trying to get a more objective answer than a one-liner e-mail that included mostly the word "great" and some excited punctuation. We got to talking about it, both excited about the results, and then she hits me with the comment that I was not expecting. I was thinking you maybe should try and get it published. For those of you in academia, you understand just how significant that comment is. I was having enough trouble handling that it was good, good enough to publish in an academic sense, is like comparing a banana to an airplane, both can fly if necessary, but one can do intercontinental flights, whereas the former is barely capable of getting across your living room.

It's Wednesday, my Econometrics final is on Friday morning.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Death Cab For Cutie - Plans (album d/l)
Alternative Title: t-minus 2 days, currently speaking