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Saturday September 28, 2002 has my name listed in their database. I checked, because I'm trying to avoid reading my research articles for my million and a half page methods paper. I think it's cool, though, to have your name in the dictionary. I feel important now. I'm also sitting here trying to figure out the meaning of the dream I had this morning before I woke up. I was fighting the Starkist Tuna. He was at my family's house (my parents were going to barbecue him for dinner) and all of a sudden he got loose and started attacking people. He grabbed this one woman by the ankles and pulled her under a table. I jumped for them, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to safety. Then I knocked him down and made him sit against the wall with his hands in his lap. Real superhero stuff. Crazy.