I think it's probably a bad sign that, when my roommate leaves campus for the weekend, it suddenly seems like there's nothing to do.

It's probably for the best. I ended up playing Illuminati, the card game of world domination, with Alan, Ben, and Sockless Pete. I was the UFOs and lost miserably, though I managed to take Sockless Pete and his Gnomes of Zurich down with me.

Alan, the Lawrentian who'd repeatedly suggested that we play, won as the Society of Assassins. It was all so delightfully geeky: Jinx and Jagger took one look, turned up their noses, and left the room again.

And the game really is better when you've been drinking. It's best when you're cheating too, but I'm always a bit nervous about cheating when playing with the newly initiated.

I always forget how long a game lasts, because I usually don't care. However, we'd been planning to play King's Cup or somesuch afterwards, so the Politician and his intended were there for about two hours, vocally trying to wait us out.

By the way, the Politician and I have one of our hypothetical schemes again.

Sometimes, in fact almost all the time, I get enamoured of an idea but am too lazy to follow it through. But just as one of my favorite hobbies is judging and classifying people, the Politician gets a kick out of goading them.

So I've decided to go through with this particular super-secret scheme. You'll find out more in a few weeks, once everything is ready.

(I have deju vu right now, and I'm suddenly struck by how bad the phrase "the weirdest sense of deju vu" (120 hits on Google) sounds to me.)

So this weekend: low-key. It's both a shibboleth and a prediction, at this point.