Sometimes, working this job, printing out page after page of tables and regressions day after day, I start to worry that the forests of the world are going to come after me in my sleep to get revenge for how ruthlessly I empty them. It's not my fault that Professor Rosenbaum can't read tables as well on the computer screen and insists on having so many things printed out! At least I don't say yes when he offers over and over to photocopy what I print for him so that I can have my own version, too.

You thought the ents were angry when they stormed Saruman's tower? That's nothing compared to what they'll do when they get to Evanston to confront me. It's lucky that I'm skipping town next weekend!  ¶ 3:23 PM