I think that would make a good book title.
It was what I was dreaming of last night; or rather, just one element of a series of weirdness that came and visited me in dreamland. I've been having vivid and… bizarre would be a good word… dreams lately. The redrum hand was a tool used to commit murder in a prison setting. Then there was the ambidextrous chinese teacherand his group of unwashed children (don't ask, I can't explain it myself). This was followed by a Big Brother-ish landscape with video cameras everywhere. Weirdness, I tells ya.
Today will be a slow day. I didn't sleep well. Partly because of the dreams, but also partly because I fell asleep trying to backup files from my laptop onto my desktop and woke up at 1am to shut everything off. It's all done now, and this means that I won't need to lug my laptop around anymore to and from the office. There have been a rash of thefts at McGill recently and I was worried because I didn't have a copy of my files. I couldn't really care less about the laptop, as it belongs to the office and is insured by them, but the data is mine. So now, all is well and my shoulders will be getting a break.
This meant that I was late-ish again at the office. This is bad, as I sense a trend developing that is not good. I had to take a cab again to get in at a “reasonable” time. Coming out of the cab, my bad work ethic karma bit me in the ass in the form of a huge slab of calcium slush breaking off and falling into my boots.
I am not a happy camper right now.