All Things Profane and Sacred

Tax is so much easier to go to when it is still light out when I walk into class. Dunno why that is. The bad news is that I had a bad tax nightmare early this morning and feel kinda tax shy. Y'see, I was dreaming that there was a serial killer on the loose. I was sleeping (yes, sleeping in my dream-I am extremely lazy) and when I 'woke up' in my dream, there was a guy sitting in the corner of the bedroom. Then he came over to my bed with a knife and I realized that it was my tax professor. I woke myself up screaming (luckily I was sleeping alone).

Whew. Either I'm seriously paranoid about this exam, or my subconsious is telling me that I need to hit the books.