I think I just stummbled into an alternate universe.
I'm not sure where it is. Or if it realy exists. But holy hell... I need to get out more. Or at least see the sun.
Think I'm gonna fall asleep on my desk now, as in this alternate universe no one is at work at 2:43 on a Monday afternoon.

I just got to Chapel Hill two days ago, and tomorrow morning I'm leaving again?
What the hell...

Sorry. It's the alternate universe talking. Meh.


EDIT: To ammend for this admittedly wacky entry, I give you a quote from the book I'm reading right now.

Anyone who called the gentle Carpenter a'disseminator of filth and dirt vomited from the foul opit of sin and death' and who worried about the effect of homosexuality on the steel industry was not representative; he was simply a lunatic with time of his hands.

That's from Strangers: Homosexual Love in the Nineteenth Century, a wonderful book I've been meaning to read for years. I expected it to be dry, but it's not; the author has a wonderful voice, and he's funny, something few nonfiction writers seem to be. The information he gives is very interesting and informative, and the stories he recounts are even better. Read it.