Last night I had a "stress dream" involving elevators, which happens more often since moving to a larger city. Before, when only single-level buildings dotted the less densely populated cities where I lived, my stress dreams involved 1) waitressing too many tables at once, forgetting orders, dropping food 2) writing a test I hadn't studied for or 3) getting up on stage without knowing my lines.

A few days ago we were taking amongst ourselves in the hallway (our new ultra-efficient lab safety inspector is requiring everyone on the floor to enforce the strict no-coffee-at-your-desk rule. This shunts the majority of us without specialized offices to the hallway to sip tea/water/coffee. I hate not having tea at my desk while I'm working. anyway....) and it came to my attention I was the only one among the group of four or five people to not have the "OMG I'm NAKED" stress dream in my repertoire. Inneresting.

One week from tomorrow I will need to pass in my thesis to my committee members for review two weeks prior to my defense. One. More. Week.