oh. right. i'm off to dc, so no need to look here till sunday morning, if i get a bus to come back tomorrow. no, i haven't got a ticket yet. gres at 8 tomorrow morning, horribly unprepared, and miserably unwilling to go, but alright. i hear there's a demonstration up there tomorrow, which hopefully wouldn't do anything too awful to the traffic situation. it'll be convenient if i could be accidentally trampled to death on my way there. though trampling is painful i imagine. there isn't any un-painful way to be put out of the way, is there? wasn't there this dorothy parker poem about ways to do away with yourself? does it go something like : razors pain you rivers are damp, something something drugs cause cramps, guns aren't lawful nooses gives, something something you might as well live? totally irrelevant of course. oh and there is this mulisch book called the assault the last chapter of which was a demonstration. erm. there's nothing like your guy friends incidentally, when they call u up to give last minute maths advice, but also tell you you're doomed anyway and can't learn what you've not done for 5 years and always had a hard time of getting through in school. von says it shows the extent of their love and affection, but when i asked if love and affection will extend to him calling me tonight, he said not to push it. erm. i shall go, shall i? christine is coming in 15mins and i need to turn my laptop off. love everyone. and the letter serving as an unofficial will is in the drawer of my desk and von you get my cds and the discovery of heaven in the hope you'll eventually read it. i go.