Today's the third anniversary of my father's murder.
Been doing more or less okay, though once again haven't been sleeping well. Always something different on the sleep front; this past week or so the sleep issue has been an occasional weird dry/sore throat that wakes me up and then goes away after a few minutes. Then this morning I had an academic nightmare of a brand-new-for-me sort, about defending an (undergrad) thesis to a panel of professors (particularly odd because this is something I never did in real life), ending with what I can only assume is my subconscious's clumsily heavy-handed attempt at a metaphor: I had spent all of the allotted time trying to dig up a copy of my thesis, and the professors had gotten up to leave, and I was begging them to give me more time so I could give my presentation, and one of them said something like "You can't give someone more time. You can only take time from them." (And then explained that by "take" they meant "waste their time by making them wait for you.") ~Yes, yes, very funny, Mr. Subconscious. You really aren't very good at subtlety, are you?~
Anyway. I'm gonna go to work today, and I think my plan for the evening is to relax on my own at home. Or, if I'm feeling up to it, possibly to go help Kam move. We'll see.