Class registration is tomorrow
Today was a long day, much of which I spent staring at this here screen, picking through the requirements of three departments in an attempt to lay out a plan for the next eighteen months of my life. My eyes refuse to be subjected to further torture, so this is about all I can stand to write tonight. But here I am, obeying the letter of NaBloPoMo if not the spirit.
Speaking of scratchy eyes, I had a fairly frightening dream last night in which my eyeballs were rotting away (because of an infection, I think)—prescient, perhaps. But then again, in that same dream I was also trying to escape from the Nazis in a Ryder truck along with the other members of my orchestra, only to be thwarted in my search for a hiding place by plastic playground equipment of gigantic proportions, and none of that happened today, so maybe the eye thing was a coincidence.
Have I linked to Finslippy yet? I don’t think I have. Go there.