i slept for 10 hours straight. considerably more alive now, although this just means a greater contrast tomorrow when my m & n murdered corpse is found in bryan hall. i wonder if there's a good way we can present the chair and i run away before i can be asked about work saying for instance that i'm late for something else. i had at least 6 dreams last night, one of them had to do with slaying a dragon, and one was a melodramatic love story. this might vaguely have to do with reading bits of the argonautica yesterday, although not very, because the dragon was a modern-day one and there was a cinema and lots of emailing in it. and trains. su-lin is dissuading me from going to lecture and asking me to think of a word beginning with i that means discover. i don't think there is. it appears that it will snow this morning, and i'm reluctant to go to class. in fact, i conclude that i would have gone to class a whole lot more this semester if it had been warmer. do you think eternity will be like being asleep under warm covers? if not for the constant dreaming, surely slumber is more sweet than toil? su-lin says we don't need tennyson to know that, but to be backed by the authority of a great poet is always useful. i love quoting out of context. hey! does anyone remember arnold lobel's frog and toad series? this is about how i feel. i have a great urge to go to barnes and noble to read children's books today.