Maura's Illuminated Manuscript

I've schlepped a free, third-hand, but still functional treadmill out of a friend's basement and into my bedroom. I'm having vitamin I for breakfast now. Her Nibs better use it -- this wasn't my idea -- or she'll never hear the end of it from me. (Said basement is just around the corner from the Goth Building. It pained me not to say yeau, but I was busy sweating and parking illegally.)

One of the (go on, say it) many things I envy about Microsoftees is that if third party vendors make trouble for you, you can either buy them or crush them. Dealing with them other ways is time-consuming, to say the least.