i got a tough-love sort of email from my NotSupervisor this morning, telling me that only i can remove my head from the sand, so stop procrastinating and get to the library.

i'm hoping i'm allowed to get dressed first. going naked to rare books sounds like 13th century penance.

also, i have heard ye caesar-alexandar tale before. are you a friend of the Goblin's, or have i just read this in your journal or something?