"...eendless fadir, arayed with pe swete cloop of myn oonly soopfast stone, pat blessid lomb..."

[ithika]

"...,pat is, with his doctryn of brennynge charite."

BEHOLD! [Or rather, BIHOLDE!] Old English, in all it's glory. I have not one but two books filled with nothing but this kind of writing. One of those books is no less than four hundred and twenty-one pages long. That's right.

I'm actually liking this essay now, now that I know what the hell a Mystic is. Well, not liking it so much as finding it interesting and intriguing.

By the way, tattered_pinion, the essay isn't due till monday. No, I didn't lie, it was only announced on Tuesday. Or something, apparantly.

Oooh, there's some kind of Honda Civic with power steering [and windows ^_^] and auto for 4-5000 $. Which is interesting. However, I really don't think I will/should actually get it, which is a little dissapointing.

Randomly saw Gavin last night, was good. Am happy.

Farewell all.