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Last night I dreamed about being stuck in a murderous house with my talking pet lion. Except that I had to try and keep the lion from eating anyone, /including/ me, because despite the fact that he liked me, he was still a lion, and what he considered a 'playful' tap or bite could have almost swallowed me whole. We had a long and stern discussion on why the parakeets were not food.

Also, today I found out that my practicum has fallen through due to unfortunate circumstances in my would-be supervisor's real life. Eeeeeek. My advisor (the coolest professor in the universe) is looking for new sites in Richland 2. Cross my fingers!