Yay for work!

And appropriately enough, it's nasty outside. And my cold is still clinging to me like some kind of mucus-covered barnacle. Yeah, you liked that imagery. Anyway. The library awaits, where I shall carry out my important research. Because it is crucial to the country's future that I know what the Russian public thought of their national poet 140 years ago.
My mom was asking me about the pricing on iPods (my birthday present this year) and I actually caught myself saying "Well, it might be cheaper on EBay." She's infected me. Look for me hunched over my laptop in a few weeks, frantically trying to beat some Alabama guy's offer for a used toothbrush.