This dream was brought to you by the letter J

Jeremy has been talking in his sleep this morning. He says, "There's a fishie. It's a caught fishie. I'm worried...because there's fish oil in my hair."
Also "for some reason it is associated with (indistinct)... *snoring*"

Get:

-new driver's license
-haircut
-12-cup muffin pan
-shoes that aren't falling apart or make my feet hurt
-next PHSC book
-small pot (couscous-sized) to replace the one Jeremy accidently killed[Edit: Mom gave me the one she had that was w/o a lid]
-bulk angel hair [Edit: Well, cheap angel hair, so same diff]
-current prescription for glasses

I totally didn't go to my 9 o'clock class today. I slept. Now I edit my paper, which seems slightly better than it did at 4 when I was trying to compare small papers to compys (and big scary ones to velociraptors) and talking about how you don't think they're scary until they're totally eating you and it's already too late...
On the bright side, now I have groceries and after lunch I don't have to worry about this paper...hopefully.