...sweet, sweet music [i'm yours, i'm yours]...

I survived anthropology, that's something at least.

By survived, I mean aced. For the record. 95 on the final term paper, and the prof is keeping it, hurrah. The exam was a piece of cake. Chocolate, even. Sprinkles?

Maybe not sprinkles.

We think we frightened Janet today with talk of the ones that last 22 seconds. Don't fret, jet because it really is insignificant in that which matters. What matters is heart. You get scared when that is what doesn't materialise. Anything else is gravy.

Speaking of heart, I might see mine tomorrow for the briefest of briefs before I run to hide in a basement and study bioethics. By mine I don't mean "mine", because not yet. But oh. Oh.

...car pour me plaire, il faut me consumer...