i had the CRAZIEST dream last night--- but alas I cannot force my brain to remember. I woke up the first time and thought "god that was a weird dream", that much I recall. But that's it. I feel back asleep, and all was lost. If i squeeze my neurons I get flashes of a few images...all i can muster was that it had something to with England and Chis Gurrero and wood furniture. You're guess is as good as mine about how they all connnect.
I'm reviewing for my anthropology final (which is TOMORROW ohgod) and I'm so dumb. I mean, I'm looking over the chapters, and instead of having important things highlighted, I have the most random crap marked-- like, on one page, the one solitary phrase "prehensile tail" is bathed in flourecent pink, with the words "sweet, spider mokeys rock" writen in the margin.