@dragon wench:
I am well, I spent some time digging around in the university archives this week (I'm working on a masters in history) and I found some great stuff that seriously backs up my arguements, so I am very happy about this.
Yes, there is nothing so invigorating as finding out that not only are you right, but that you were right all along.
I am well. I had a great day today - no reason for it, really.

Even though the weather was muggy - and the sky had an unusally grim pallor about it - I had a great time. The only thing that bothered me, though, was the fact that I couldn't exorcise a certain Ozzy Osbourne tune out of my head. I even found myself humming it, and singing it softly, now and then.
It has occurred to me that perhaps I was thinking of this wonderful establishment, and merely doing what came naturally.
well...in order to provide pleasure as well as pain, if you feel so inclined you could always visit the masseuse upstairs!
*Ahem* And who, might I ask, is administrating the honors of this ancient office? In other words, who is the one doing the ripping and tearing of muscl...of course, I mean, who is the therapist?
