Good grief, this Pol Sci take-home is absolutely psycho. But Valete (our own end of year extravaganza) is progressing nicely as I type. I am, by the way, up here typing and not down there dancing because I'm waiting for A to call me back.

I wore a very very short red dress (with a split up to next Tuesday), but J² was the one who really stole the show (I keep forgetting and typing his real name... one of these days I'll forget to change it in time). He wore a maroon suit, black shirt and aqua tie, with black and aqua incredibly funky make-up. And with his interesting hair, he looked almost Bowie-esque, a compliment I'm sure he would be absolutely tickled pink about. A picture of the pair of us was taken at some point, and if you're very very good then I might scan it in and let you all see.