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I'm going to be a tease again, because it's too late in the day to write out a full account of the wedding. For now, I will just say that I have a nice antidote to cynicism, and that my inebriation at the reception may well be the subject of family gossip (not because I was fantastically sloshed or did anything completely out of the ordinary, but because everyone was surprised).

I've picked a scene for my class. From "the dreamer examines his pillow." Class went well, even if I do have some reservations still about working with my scene partner. Should have stuck with Amber. But oh well. Nothing to be done for it now.

Damn near failed my reading quiz for political philosophy, because I'd read only 20 pages of the sections of Marx's Das Kapital that we were supposed to read. (About 80 pages total.) Though I guess I didn't do all that badly. Not too shabbily for having read so little. Also, I did only half of my Latin homework. Whee! Yeah, I'm kind of behind on stuff, and thus I did not go over to Sarah's for the Monday Night Football shindig as I'd originally intended.

Thus goes another day.

Another Girl's Paradise

This morning I had a good, long laugh about the president's address to the UN. He has blustered about how we don't need the international community, we don't need a "permission slip" from the rest of the world to protect our own interests so we'll "go it alone" to attack Iraq and now he wants help in handling the Iraq situation? If I were the UN, I'd laugh in his face and then tell him to go screw himself seven ways from Sunday.

Had lunch with my scene partner today. Dreaded it a little, but it wasn't too bad. I just... If it weren't that I had to work with him, honestly, I wouldn't pay much attention to him. Maybe that has to do with the fact that I think I got The Vibe from him, and when that comes from someone I'm not interested in, I tend to shut that person out. But that's not feasible here. I'm not even sure it was real, but the effect is. I'm just not interested in maintaining an association further than strictly necessary. So now the challenge becomes playing my scene honestly even while I tend to keep my fellow participant at arm's length. It'll be an interesting mental trick; I think I can pull it off. But anyway...

( And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. )

In other news, I stopped by Geckos to see Eric today. It was busy, so there wasn't much chance to talk at all. But it was apparent that he wasn't very happy. As has seemed to be the case for a while now. That's hard to see. Cruel hard, as Samwise might say. I want to do something, but don't know what. Harangue him to get back onstage, maybe.