Thursday, November 02, 2006
Maybe Deadlines Aren't So Good For Me
Dream last night: I had returned to Boulder High School as a 33-year-old (yes, I really did graduate the first time around). I was in a furious panic because I'd forgotten to go to school, and gone to Russia instead -- and so was trying to do a semester's worth of homework (though I'd only been in Russia for a week in the dream) in the hours before class. This is what one day of writing does to me?