Well, since it’s been another length of time since I last posted, I might as well continue with this “days of the week” theme.

Another odd quirk of Tuesday’s west coast class: things were progressing normally, when the class rotation paired me with Jenny. She opened our interaction with rather loaded words: I had a dream about you.

In this dream, apparently, I was some sort of crazy genius. (Alas, she failed to elaborate on what actually happened in this dream.) And, no, I didn’t have the heart to tell Jenny that I actually am a crazy genius—something about that “genius” bit rang false.