I spent half my Sunday with my hands covered in pig shit and the other half shaking hands with politicians, and am now relaxing watching burly men assault one another in the arena. I feel like such a good Roman. Except for the part where I went all fangirl all over Tom Perriello. I spent the car ride practicing what I'd say if I got to meet him, but when we got face to face all I could manage was ZOMGI<3U!!! I am a regular Demosthenes (among the Macedonians).