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Reasons Why I May be Losing My Mind

* I often feel the need of a translator to put my very random thoughts into understandable, logical sentences.

* I heard myself scream with a bit more enthusiasm and happiness than I was actually feeling today when I was working on my paper and bumped my knee against the edge of the kitchen table.

* I am still writing this essay, and yet I wrote that last sentence in the past tense.

* I have dreamed (how many times now? three? four?) of miniature animals (elephants, giraffes, horses, whales, and animals of the sort) running around in my room or on my bed. In my dream I am always concerned that something or someone (me?) will step on them, or that they'll fall off, and so I am usually a bit anxious and very busy, trying to gather them together…

* I just put elephants, giraffes, horses, and whales, in the same “sort,” and I haven’t been able to decide if my dream is cute or disturbing.

* Maybe it’s both. I just can’t buy my friend’s interpretation of “I think it’s your motherly instincts coming up.”

* I like cold, sweet coffee.

* I don’t know if it’s the essay or the coffee that’s making me this nervous. But it doesn’t matter because I found a new quote: “[Most ministers work] with the tacit understanding that the truth between people is cumulative” Richard Lischer, in Open Secrets.

* Did I mention I am SO on that plane already?

* No matter what my worldly renowned HTP professor may say, I still hold that Religious Studies and Anthropological Studies are the very same thing.

* No, I am not hard-headed.

* I’m about to post this, despite the fact that both my parents and Q’s parents read this. Hehe. Don’t lock me up. I just have …a slightly extensive imagination, that’s all :P And only during periods of extreme …hmm… somehow irrelevant scholarly productivity.