Still having cough-syrup-fueled dreams, still obsessing over the thesis. I finished a book on Australia a couple of evenings ago, and put myself to bed with a lecture: "Don't think about the thesis. Don't think about the thesis."

I dreamt that I wrote an Australian version of my thesis that had to do with Australian digital intellectual property law (something I know almost squat about). And it sucked. So much so that it woke me up. I lectured myself again, went back to sleep, and dreamt that I wrote a thesis about the Australian desert rat kangaroo.