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I'm feeling a bit better now, though I slept most of the day away. I didn't go to class. (bad me!) I'm in sort of a reflective mood now. Time amazes me. While preparing Dinosaur bones, I contemplate time a great deal. Often, prep people are the first to see these bones free of the earth that entombed them. I'm currently working on an 80 million year old Lambeosaur femur. It was a juvenile. What happened to the concienceness that once inhabited those bones? I understand that energy is neither created nor destroyed, it just changes form. Does this mean that throughout time, beyond the bones and dust of bones, life is simply a transformation of ancient energy? Is that why, in our own lives, we are driven towards or attracted to certain people, places or things? Does that explain the weird sensation that most people I know (except for my dad) have experienced...the feeling of not quite being in the right time, or out of sync? Ack! I'm freaking myself out. I gotta go take a shower.