No reason at all

It is not supposed to be a Homeric feat to get the copy/paste function
to work properly. It is a simple matter of Ctrl+C, but for some
reason, Gmail refused to recognize that feature.

And that ravioli was pretty good. Homemade sauce (con carne!) and
parmesan cheese. Mmmm. I actually ate dinner between these first two
paragraphs. I learned the Spanish word for 'paragraph' last week.
Actually one week ago today! I should have a little party. Well
anyway, it's 'parrafo' in case you care.

For your information, I won't be sending out any emails next week. I
hope this does not create an unbearable inconvenience for you. I will
also not be checking email, and I will not be logged on to messenger.
I will also not play any Tetris or iSketch or any other game. In
fact, my computer will be turned off, as will my TV be. If you would
like to talk to me, I will be home most of the time, just give me a
ring. If you don't have my number, you can look me up on that nifty
online Student Directory. Or even better, call Information, you might
have the anandic pleasure of talking to one of my good friends. I'm
probably not supposed to say who. They like to be secretive. Kinda
like those 100 Hour Board committee people. I asked a question once,
but I forgot to check back for the response.

HEY! I just had a great idea. I will need some help though. I am
unfortunately not in Provo. Toward the end of last year I thought it
would be fun to walk through the Wilk and step on every tile. I
thought of this too late and could not find a significant enough
length of time to try this out. I would really like to know how many
tiles there are in the Wilk. I would like a volunteer to ask that
question to the Hundred Hour Board. How many tiles are in the
Wilkinson Center? Then report back 100 hours later please.

Today is National Comic Book Day. I went to a comic book store about
two weeks ago. I didn't go in. I parked outside. I read the name
of the company in the phone book and decided to go there for a good
book find, but it turned out to be different than I expected. Perhaps
I should have gone in. I might have found a good vintage Spidey comic
worth half a million dollars, eh? If I had found one, I would have
bought it for Kelsie. She would appreciate it far more than I.

Thus ends Brian's email for the night of September 25, 2004.