Sunday morning (kinda)

I'm rather amused by the fact that I can dream of my own death, from my own perspective, and not consider it a nightmare. I don't remember many of the details. There was some famous person, or some place, that everyone that had ever known him/been there was cursed to die, in order of appearance. I was the last one. Maybe it was a poison, or maybe just inevitability, but the part of the dream I remember was when it was finally ending. I was at my parents' house, on the hill outside my dad's workshop, pleading with someone, begging her to give my last regrets to everyone who needed them. I think in the dream it was actually supposed to be BridgetLewis, but since that's a person I only know through Wiki and once glimpse from my balcony, it could have been anybody. Then I fell over, and things went black. I was quite aware of things going black, in fact, and was actively wondering what would come next, when my memory disappears, and I received no enlightenment on what death is actually like. Oh well, I'm not all that interested.

To do today: download and print lab 6, do the prelab, curse bloody murder at WebQuiz.

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