this shit is weirding me out. dropping bombs and dinners? what the hell? i can just imagine people panicking, running from flak and fire and suddenly getting smacked in the head w/ a leg of kentucky fried chicken. think how disorienting. america, make up your mind. are we killing these folks, or feeding them, or making like the witch in hansel and gretl (fattening them up to kill them later)? if the latter is george II's master plan, i sincerely pray that he remembers the moral from his early-reading days and not just the coolness of the story. the witch dies, georgie! they push her in! ah well; i guess there's only so much i can do.

in other news, i'm done DONE with one of my papers. handed in'n'everything. only 2 more to go and i still have roughly as much hair as i had when i started. if by the end of this week i'm not even half-bald, i'll know i was as successful as i could hope to be.
been feeling sentimental lately. wonder why.