Get away Freud!

Last night, or rather early this morning, I dreamt that I was doing my presentation for psychoanalysis class and TR asked if anyone knew who Kierkegaard was. I raised my hand and said "Heidegger" trimphantly.

My group members and TR stared at me blankly. But the worse bit of it was that I had no idea why.

And as to why I would be dreaming about existentialism in a psychoanalytic class is anyone's guess. I am just glad Tamburlaine didn't show up and bore the class to death with his high astounding terms.

And now it's too bloody early. I feel sucky and I am rambling.