:jumps of from computer and screams at the top of lungs while running up and down the stares ten times. sits back down at the computer and is hyperventalating:
BLOGS...BLOGS...BLOGS... NATE, I LOVE YOU!!!!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind