This NSERC application thing is once again, driving me crazy. A few email exchanges with the supervisor don't help, either. I don't know, it's such a trivial thing, and yet my head explodes when I think about it.

Francis is here, watching television. Not sure how Alan feels about that. I certainly feel like I'm wasting time, but at least I got some company.

I had two dreams about the coming leading of the games on Friday. One has caught me totally unprepared and became a disaster, the second one has a huge number of people outdoors, all laughing at my cold jokes. I don't know, neither of them sound good.