When Your Brain Hurts, You Know It's Working

... that's what I keep telling myself, anyway. Yesterday (well, Thursday) I submitted my American History paper by e-mail, and near the end of my working day, which I struggled through since I hadn't slept since Tuesday, I got a phone call from Mr. Savage himself. He'd hitched back from Alaska, and he caught a lift all the way down from Prince Rupert to Vancouver with a furniture moving guy. If you haven't checked out Steve's journal, he's got some amazing photos from Alaska posted. He's a pretty funny writer, too.

Anyway, I told Steve he was welcome to come by, but I was lucky to be able to string a sentence together...