Parties and Parteis

Tonight we had a joint birthday party for Sockless Pete and his roomate. It was at the roller-rink, so I got to show off my years of rollerskating experience, not to mention my unique and graceful flailing. It was a good time, a whirlwind of ice cream, party favors, and rollerlimbo.

In class today I was the sole outspoken advocate of a non-Marxist reading of King Lear, preferring instead a more archetypal, less economic interpretation. That's probably going to be my role for the rest of the year: supporter of important but neglected critical viewpoints.

Of course, no one agreed with me after my gloss of The Fool's prophecy (which definitely has nothing to do with him desiring to raise the poor class over the rich, the other students' opinions notwithstanding). The rain it raineth every day.

I don't know if I'm going home for Easter; I have a lot to figure out and at least three people I desperately need to talk to tomorrow. About the future, immediate and less immediate. Ugh.

Well, at least this weekend will be a good chance to relax, wherever I end up and whenever I end up wherever.