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I was going to try and describe the whacked out dream I was having, but then I realised it probably said a bit too much about my brain, and decided to leave it at... I had some seriously weird dreams last night. Good weird, but weird none the less. And really vivid. I'm not sure if it's down to the fact that I'm ill, or the sudafed I took, or that my brain is just that messed up, but whatever. They were weird.
And now I have to go to work for an hour, and then work out whether to stay on campus for 4 hours or come home. I suspect I will come home, if only so I can swap books (I've got about 40 pages left of the one I'm reading, and should be done with it fairly soon).

Right. Work. That thing that pays the bills.