Study Central

I would like to describe for you where I spend my time studying. It be not in thy library where ye man thickest I hath study. Nay. There exist a magical place where the windows are wide and the people walk on the streets for the sheer purpose of amusing you with their antics and taking your mind of the grindstone. It's like i always say "a mind on the grindstone is a sharp mind, but leave it there too long and it will have a nervous breakdown." Actually i never have spoken those words out of the hole in my face but i intend to start. Today for instance i saw a man with a forklift work moving huge things of sod. After he had finished moving all this sod off of a very large truck he parked to for lift behind the truck and started to push and pull at the lifting component of this machine. I laughed to myself and said "You idiot the thing is mechanical why don't you just use the controls." If he could have heard my comment he would most likely have said something like "I can't!! The fork lift has fallen on me and i can't reach the controls. Help! oh ouch Help!!" But he didn't and that is one of the benefits of sound proof glass. So now i have let you look through a peep hole into the magical land where i learn and get headaches. By the way the man under the forklift did not die. I brought him a sandwich and he is doing just fine. If you cared you heartless freaks!