What to say? I'm way behind on my homework, but after reading forty pages of Walden today and engaging in quite a bit of random socialization, I'm in a tranquil mood.

Thoreau, Thoreau, he's a wonderful guy. Graham knows the story, and some of the song.

He'll sing it for you, even. But I won't.

I want to philosophize, but I just can't vent the fumes of my bubbling genius at the moment -I'll probably dump whatever random thoughts on whoever happens to be in Brainerd this weekend. Or write tomorrow night. Whatever. Tomorrow night it is.