11:30pm

Well, I've been back for a week. The university is now saying that Everett is on indefinite sabbatical, so I'm going to have to wait to beat the shit out of him.

Sarah and I both recieved carefully worded, but threatening letters from the president of the university asking us not to talk about the events at Giza. Sarah seemed to agree, and I was rather pissed at her. She pointed out that we could go talk about it after my thesis was completed. I didn't quite see the merit in this.

Then, Sarah showed me her vacation pictures. Included was a roll of pictures of heiroglyphics on sheafs of parchment from the quarry chamber. She's working on a translation. I don't quite know what Sarah has in mind, but it has potential to be almost as satisfying as beating Everett's head in with a 2.5 ton rock.