Pardon me for finding the glass half full.
Well, I know I'm back in America now. I've been knocked unconscious.
I'd best head to the library. Research beckons.
Tea is soothing. I wish to be tense.
I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.
Things involved with a computer fill me with a childlike terror. Now, if it were a nice ogre or some such I'd be more in my element.