For Once, I Think it Really is a Sign

So last night, I had not one but TWO dreams about composing the letter I've been meaning to write to the school I want to go in order to set up my visit in March. I've been procrastinating like crazy on this. But I think my brain is telling me it's time if I'm having two damn dreams about it in one night. So I just wrote it and hit the send button. Thanks for yelling at me, brain.

In other news, ( I've Been Thinking *Even More* About the Future... )

Anyway, I'm still sick, but I feel a bit better this morning, at least so far, which is odd cause my throat is actually more sore. Ah, whatever. I'm mostly done with my parts of the first grant, too, at 22 pages. :) I wish I'd been more coherent at the interlude, though. :(

Edit: As I wander around looking for interesting jobs, I came across this student position for the "Preservation of Computer Games." Huh.