Oooh, Esty, can you feel me burning with utter jealousy from across the Atlantic Ocean? I want to be in Europe again. I want to kiss blue-eyed men in narrow streets, I want to drink good beer, watch soccer on the telly, work as a foreign correspondent, dance until 5 a.m. on the weekends, pay huge taxes, keep one wary eye on the terrorists, and live in a cramped little apartment with a black cat. And, of course, occasionally, I want to make room for healthy, sober lunches that include much Tolkien discussion. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
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