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Point the first: My friends are really cool people. Spent the evening with one of them, watching B5, being introduced to Alias, and munching on pizza and wings. It was a lovely way to spend a night.

Point the second: I love the cold. Oh, yes.

Also, I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving holidays and winter break. Ever, ever so much. It's just one of those things. I'm tired of the semester. I've got a little more work to do, and then I'm done. And next semester's classes are all electives. I'm going to see if I can't take an Independent Study for my third, with my advisor. Something on adolescents, structured roleplay, and the learning of social strategies for successful peer relationships.

...okay, yes. I'd like to spend the semester developing a roleplaying game and get academic credit for it. It's a dream I have.

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I dreamed about my mother last night.

This is never a good thing, it should be mentioned. My mother is dead, and I never forget this in my dreams...which usually means that zombie mothers, scary ghost mothers, and other frightening apparitions are the usual fare. This time, she called me and wanted to go to Six Flags with me. I tried to point out that she was dead, and therefore could not do this, but she said that one of her friends found a Wand of Reincarnation, and she had been reincarnated, a la the AD&D spell. I was not reassured, which meant that the scary berating and full-color flashbacks of the funeral began, until I was awoken by the sun.

I never like those dreams.