for every field, there's a mole with the soil that he stole - and the sightlessness that lets him go free

i'm feeling run-ragged lately; that isn't boatloads of fun. it seems like tests and readings and practice problems and labs all kind of piled up this week. three and a half hours, two nights a week, don't help much either. the greatest crime is that this stuff comes about while the weather is as nice as it is. so it goes, so it goes. 

i've been having the strangest dreams lately. last night, for example, i had a really intense underwater dream. underwater dreams are my favorite; they're like flying dreams, but you see things that you'd never start to encounter in an aerial nighttime hallucination. i had to find some sort of gem, Indiana Jones style, that a shark had stolen in order to bring prestige to his colony. turned out, i swam too deep and the water-pressure crushed me. i woke up and calmly said, "well, shit." 

i'm getting a new phone today, too. three cheers for technology?