Well, nobody's offered to clutch my big toe in a soothing fashion so far (although there has been some talk of a catholic girl uniform bedecked with rogue office supplies making the rounds) and my professor hasn't answered my email yet and I have a migraine and really need a massage. Last time I was in the room with a (very expensive) sports massage therapist of my acquaintance, I asked only half-jokingly if I could at least rub my cheek on her knee to absorb some soothing vibes, given my inability to pay her rate. She freaked out, backed away from me and muttered something about inappropriate requests. Oh well. Maybe next time I should just wave money. I hate it when people tell me I'm making inappropriate requests - I mean hell, if I'm asking for something, it must be appropriate to do so in some reality. Not my fault their tiny little minds can't comprehend my vision of possibility. And it's not like I wanted to take pictures or anything (I leave that to The Shadow).