Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Mr. Sandman, Give Me a Break
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2003 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
More weird dreams. Yesterday somehow the US had 1063 states. What does 1063 mean? Anyone? (Maybe if you add up the provinces of all of the US's client states?) And Captain Kirk was warning Cody's that we were being attacked.
Last night I dreamt I was going to change the oil in my parents' car but got sidetracked when I saw a total stranger reading my weblog, possibly a publisher of educational materials.
Oh, and a few weeks ago, I dreamt that I'd miscalculated on class units and hadn't graduated after all. This sort of dream feels even more urgent when this has actually happened to you. By the end of the dream, I was resigned to taking some night classes to fulfill the requirements, and woke up proud of my level head.
I should go get my diploma sometime soon. You know, just to be sure. I could hang it near my bed in case I ever have that nightmare again.
