Update...

I am currently sitting in my bed, possibly drunk still (if not, enjoying the aftereffects), woken up after about four or five hours by the construction equipment in the parking lot slightly behind my room. Isn't there a law about when you can start making noise?

The drunk is from the party that Alice, Camille, and I had yesterday. I think I made a decent fool of myself (important to keep people entertained). Peter showed up, with his girlfriend (Marace, sp?), which was nice. I just learned that Jeff could have turned up as well, if I had bothered to check email after 7p, and I could have finally met Betsy.

In other news, I spent last week in France, on vacation, and much enjoyed it.

No news is good news, right?

More human....

Okay, so I feel a bit more human now. I've cleaned up most of the "take down" stuff -- the stuff that you don't need a mop or vacuum cleaner to handle. The black lights have been replaced. The webbing has been taken down. The hangings are off the wall. I've had pumpkin bread and candy (+ beaucoup water), and may in fact, be something human...

I'm not going to do the mopping/vacuuming until Alice and Camille wake up -- for one thing, it's not nice to vacuum while people (who may have been somewhat inebriated) are sleeping. Of course it's also not nice to start backing up dump trucks willy-nilly while people are trying to sleep -- that's really what woke me up -- that incessant _beeping_!