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It was a pretty good weekend. We had a thunderstorm, which is always good. The thing about mostly-flat Midwestern states is, when they get thunderstorms, they don't mess around.

Last night I had an anxiety dream about the presentation I have to give this afternoon. I don't remember any details, but I know it wasn't the "show up with no clothes on" kind of dream. I've never had one of those, actually. It was more along the lines of "show up and do the presentation and become aware halfway through it that I have no idea what I'm talking about". I've been having weird dreams in general for a week or so. I think it has partly to do with the change in the weather and the fact that I'm never quite sure how many blankets I need. I'm exothermic, so I put off a lot of heat myself when I'm asleep. (I guess that means if I'm ever going to wind up in bed with somebody else again, they should be a heat sink, and it'll all work out.)

I think it's going to rain again. It's overcast and windy and fairly humid out. Actually, I wonder if we're not going to get another thunderstorm. That would explain why I feel so unsettled.

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Ever since I gave blood in February, the Red Cross has been sending me mail asking me if I wouldn't please do it again. So, today, I did.
( Semi-squick stuff )

The presentation went. I won't say it went well, because my grammar went right the hell out the window, but it went, and I made myself understood. Now I have to write a 15-page paper before next Monday and get another 15 glossary entries done before May 1. I still feel tired, and I need a shower, and I'm debating whether beer is a good idea or not. I suspect not, but I might just do it anyway. At least it's liquid, and liquid is a good idea. And I've had dinner. And at least now that I'm home, if I'm going to make a spectacle of myself by falling on the floor, I can do it in private.