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Who needs Freud?
Had a dream last night that had "work-related anxieties" written all over it. In it, I have to have a meeting with some big shot Princeton professors who are going to evaluate my progress. First, I keep getting side-tracked on the way there, so I am (almost?) late. Second, as we are all sitting there and reading the report I have supposedly prepared (but do not remember preparing), I am wondering in mild horror why I have apparently been studying the differences between salmon and turkey sandwiches. They seem puzzled, too. I try to explain how it originated from my interest in metabolism and how it will eventually lead to understanding of some legitimate biological questions, but I'm making no sense. I think this was the point when I woke up, completely freaked out. Lovely, huh?
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