Yes, it's hard to believe, but it's true. I've been again. I'm logging in from my little cage in Olin Library, where I find myself staring at a tall shelf of books and wondering where to begin. The Adams Family Correspondence, perhaps? Gloria Main's Peoples of a Spacious Land? Joshua Hempstead's Diary? May as well just jump in.

No, you can't see me in this picture. I'm on the other side of the building. Third floor.