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I had one of the oddest dreams I’ve ever been able to remember last night. John Goodman and I had been hired by Lisa Marie Presley to track down a disowned uncle of hers, who was reportedly roaming the countryside attacking children and livestock. We caught up with him outside a horse corral in the country somewhere. He was huge, probably four hundred pounds, and crawling on all fours. He looked like an Elvis impersonator (sunglasses and all), and was wearing a bright purple silk jumpsuit, like a clown’s outfit, only without the makeup and shoes.

John and I tried to corner him, but somehow he slipped past and got in with the sheep. I don’t know exactly when the horses turned into sheep, but that was the least of my worries at that point. He pounced on one of the sheep and started gnawing. Lisa Marie was standing outside the corral screaming for us to stop him, and we pulled him off, only to realize that he had no fingernails or teeth, so he wasn’t doing any damage. She ordered us to kill him, but we realized he was mostly harmless, if a little disturbed. We took him to a large field with a rolling hills and a few stands of trees, a preservation of some sort, and let him go free.

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I’m thinking perhaps the dream was my brain’s way of apologizing for the surprising bout of depression it put me through last night. I was driving home just after midnight and saw a bunch of fireworks being set off from central campus. I realized the fireworks were announcing the end of the mass campaniling, an ISU homecoming tradition where hundreds of students gather together at midnight and kiss their beloved under the campanile as it strikes twelve. I was suddenly very depressed to realize I had nobody to kiss, and simultaneously annoyed with myself for making such a big deal out of it, because I probably wouldn’t have remembered what I was missing had I left just a few minutes later. I got home to an empty house (my roommates were out partying) and spent half an hour sitting at the bar, staring at nothing, trying to pull myself together.

Ups and downs, eh? Sorry for not keeping this ‘un cheery, but I wanted to get that last bit off my chest to help me feel better. Hopefully, tonight will be happier. If all goes according to plan, I should be partying at Matt’s house, surrounded by people I like. In the meantime, I’ve still got twelve papers left to grade and Jebus knows how many pages of theory to read. Adieu!