I think there comes a time in a person's life when one has to admit there's such thing as too much sleep. Lately I've been getting a lot of bizarre sort of dreams. Just before my half hour workout session (running at 4.5 mph for half an hour is killer!) I was taking a nap and I had a dream that apparently, while I was a little girl, I was on some sort of field trip, and I dropped a twig into the water of a stream and it ended up killing a woman and a daughter. In the context of my dream, I was sitting in the middle of class as I am now, 19 years old, that is, while one of my second grade teachers (we had two-teachers team teaching of 40 some-odd kids when I was in elementary school, it was fun) was going through a slide show presentation of this horrible accident and everyone was quite horrified, and then they were especially horrified, as was I, when all of a sudden the teacher informed me that it was me who dropped the twig. So then after that, in my dream, I went to an ugly church that had old 70s decor and visited the old man whose wife and child I killed and apologized and then he introduced me to his sons who were actually a group of old african-american a capella singers - this was only particularly odd because 1) they were as old as the old man, and 2) the old man was white. Thought this one was odd? I haven't even mentioned my using a scalpel to save the whole high school turned mental ward escapade.
Of another interesting note of what I did today, my parents took my sister and me to a Japanese buffet in White Plains, NY today. I expected it to be similar to the Chinese buffet in our area, which, to say the least, is a very painful experience. Well imagine my surprise when I walked into a large, spacious, well-lit, modern looking, CLEAN buffet with well mannered waiters who could actually speak English. And the food was very good too, bite sized everything, even the desserts. Todai is a very good buffet, and White Plains looks like a very clean Pittsburgh.