Something a little different—the reflection on the partition behind the driver in a taxi as we drove up what I seem to remember was 42nd Street. It's a fair representation of how my brain looks, as the end of semester crunch has arrived.
Last night I had the first school dream where I was the teacher rather than a student. I wanted to take roll but I couldn't find the list of students and they were all watching me silently while I looked frantically through a huge pile of papers on the desk.
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