I hate work-related dreams if only for the fact that I can't bill for them.

After getting home at an obscene hour Saturday morning, I had an reoccurring dream about a single file. It was up on my screen, and I couldn't scroll up or down or anything. It was just "there." I'd wake up, think to myself, "That was weird," and go back to sleep only to pick up the same file.

The tragic and sad thing is that, save for one of the interns making mention of it, I haven't even worked on it.