All hear this...

I have the nigh-irresistible urge to toss someone in the lake this afternoon. My current preferred target is Doug Ramsey, as I made something of a promise to a fellow precog and if I break it she's liable to use her foreknowledge of my future to mess with my head out of sheer sadism. (She's a redhead, it goes with the territory.)

So. Doug preferably, but if I catch anyone hiding him - and I will catch you. Telepath, remember? - you get the dunking in his place. I think that's fair.

Doug? I'm giving you a ten minute head-start.

All right, this is embarassing...

If anyone finds a notebook with several half-finished lectures for my African history class in it, would you do me a favor and... I don't know, push it under my office door or something. I can't remember where I left it and I can't find the damned thing. Very aggravating.