Didn't I just do this?

It seems like the days just fly by. One minute it's Monday and it seems before I can even get my shoes on to do something about that it's Tuesday. Say, isn't tomorrow Punxatony Phil's big day? Now all I need is a freak snow storm that will trap me on the campus and cause me to repeat things. I've noticed that when my clock radio goes off at 6 and I don't really wake up, I have very strange dreams that include the radio DJs. I suppose that's good, since I like them, but it gets a little weird since I don't really know them and in the dream they're staying at my house. Toby status: On the prowl, I think he's hungry. Wait, of course he's hungry...he's a beagle.