the party last night was fun, but not spectacular. the memorable part was a few of us talking about the war-tidings and the possibility of chemical or biological warfare while we’re in the nice safe area of (gulp) los angeles, and how it’s not entirely impossible that we could all die of some awful disease in the next year. how about that. spencer (who’d had a healthy amount of what they call “death punch”, the contents which a non-drinker like me can’t really be called on to describe) said he had a flash forward — like a flashback, but opposite, he says — of his own death and that it really freaked him out. he wouldn’t stop talking about it, it was weird. he’s the kind of guy who makes a lot of jokes about wanting to die instead of sit through our finance class, so it was kind of funny.

my books came today too! thank god. i’ll tell you how they are once i dive in. plus, the coolass batman poster by dave mckean, which is currently being sat on by some pillows in an attempt to get it less curled prior to hanging. and it’s friday! three hours of library filing this afternoon and the week is history. marvelous.