by Knight Errant » Thu Jul 31, 2008 10:53 am
"... yeah. This is my frirst class."
That didnt just happen, did it? I was somewhere else... then here...
"Just what kind of place is this, anyway?"
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.