::snickets:: I am now officially our Suite Masseusse. James, our resident track champion, who looks disturbingly like Gene Wilder, emailed the suite listserv, beseeching a back massage from one of his hallmates. Because I needed a break from my math homework and I’ve been told I give good massages, I volunteered. Five bucks for five minutes. I will be rich!

Apparently, he has told everyone in the suite that I give the best backrubs in the world. A line formed outside my door. I laughed at them and gave Lauretta a backrub, then went back to math. So yay. Now I know that if I ever have to pay my way through school, I can table dance AND massage! My parents will be so proud.