there is a desperate professor two or three seats away from me who cannot seem to get some Essential Graphs to print for his Class Tonight. He is loud, and his voice sounds a little like my mother's brother's joke-telling voice. Oh, yes, we know he is worried now that his voice goes up an octave. And then the Blessed Lab Technician is brought in to take out the forces of the Netwreck Printer and suddenly all Forces are cowed by the solid looming bulk of the BLT. The printer hurriedly vomits twenty economics graphs and perches utterly unmoving against the wall. However, the BLT is merciful and returns to his swivel chair.

*chuckle* well, what can you expect? I've been in and out of libraries and computer labs all day today. found some pretty cool articles on fantasy in fiction and morality, but the organising of the facts is not half so interesting as the facts themselves. Rearranging the limbs of the flogged warhorse Violence in VideoGames would not have been so distracting.

I have a half of a headache dancing behind my eyes and my fingers are cold even with the sleeves of my sweatshirt pulled up to the first knuckle of my thumb. The tip of my nose is cold. My feet in my sneakers ache. My hands shake when they're not typing. Tap, tap, tap, goes my left foot. It is work to keep my eyes focused today! Not to mention my brain.

But I still have five more bibliographic entries to write (with abstracts) and a class this evening. Then the sweetest of days will arrive at my window tomorrow morning, and the sun will smile upon me since I'll still be in bed when it rises. Friday! What magic in such a pragmatic word.

Now. Allora. I shall retreat into the hood of my sweatshirt and continue to transfer worried expressions from my textbooks to my monitor. I'm really quite talented, I flatter myself.