What would I do without my internet acquaintances? Electronic conversations soothe me.

My college is full of rabid, homosexual-hating, Muslim-bashing, charismatic Catholics. They blessed (or consecrated, or something involving waving holy-water-bedaubed evergreen twigs aroung the place) the rooms that they are staying in. I had an image of some mystical force keeping me from entering a room. Sorry, can't do a linen change: I'm an instrument of the devil.

Imagine what that would do for my reputation.

gil's wonderful suggestions of going full, scary goth for breakfast aside, I do not want to antagonise these people. It's just not worth it. The amusement to trouble ratio is too small from such an enterprise.

I do wish I had a copy of the Spawn soundtrack, though. Just so I can crank up the third track. The one that starts with the rousing chorus of "Satan! Satan! Satan!". Dope, Faith No More and Snake River Conspiracy will have to do.

I go forth to pack. See you next Wednesday. Thanks, all. You're part of what keeps this Dee happy and shiny.