Dream
I’m looking at pig-shaped jewelry in a shop in Monterey when I realize that it’s the end of the semester and I need to take my finals. Somehow I magically appear back on campus in time, but there are no more seats in the room so I sit outside on the cement. I try to find a comfortable sitting position. It occurs to me that everything I write will have that squiggly bumpy property from using the sidewalk as a table. I worry about legibility as I flip through the test - computability & complexity and it is taught by Paul Hilfinger. I blink, time’s up; I’ve finished one of eight problems.
I wake up in a panic for the 4th night in the past 7 days. Needless to say, life has been a little stressful lately.
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