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For the past several nights, all my dreams have featured violent death or serious illness. They're not nightmares, as they're not really scary. The violent death isn't a result of being chased through a dark and empty underground parking lot, nor the illness a result of a mysterious plague that we're all waiting in terror to contract (these being two fairly common themes in my usual nightmares). It's more like that violent death and serious illness happen to the population of my dreams, which is composed largely of members of my family and people I knew in high school. In the dreams, I am devastated that death and illness has struck these people I care about, but I'm not scared. So they're not really nightmares.

It is, however, getting rather disquieting and I am, as a result, not sleeping terribly well.

Last night, I set my alarm for 7:00 this morning. Only, because I did it with my glasses off, when I thought I was flicking the switch on my radio clock to "alarm," I was in fact switching it to "off." I didn't wake up until one of the delivery trucks that trundles about beneath my window let down its off-loading ramp with a tremendous crash at 9:53.

I am, as such, quite behind schedule.

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In other news: I unexpectedly ran into my thesis superviser and her family while having breakfast at a diner yesterday morning.

I don't really remember much of it. The surprise rendered me quite insensible. I think I babbled. I'm fairly sure I agreed to babysit her little girl at some point this week so that she and her significant other could enjoy an evening out at a movie without the accompaniament of a (surely much loved) tiny lunatic. It's all a blur, really.

I'm not good at improv. I need more time to prepare for conversations with my thesis superviser. I need to get my sources in order before I talk to her, damn it.

mcee tells me I had kittens. Hopefully not where my thesis superviser could see, as the sight would probably throw her off a little.