But Alex, I though I was your father?

Hee hee.

Also, I am in the library. Posting form within the belly of the beast you might say. Well, you might say it if you were hopelessly poetic.

Which reminds me that Alex thinks I'm hopelessly in love. Which is true as far as it goes, but I'm hopelessly in love and filled with hope, as it were. I'm all about love and hope. I'm a dirty hippy that way. Also, as demonstrated by that last comment The Girl (and cause of my being in love) is named Kate. We're having some technical difficulty getting her onto the blog team, but we'll see if that happens.

Now, I should really be doing homework.