Jarate: Jar Based Karate

          My 9:15 Comp Pols was cancelled, giving me a bit more time to sleep this morning. My Peace Through Play programming went surprisingly well today, and Sarah, my partner, is pretty bomb. On the bus I sat directly behind a man who smelled like piss. I say that without exaggeration; it actually reminded me of the zoo. Also, we passed a church with a sign marked thus:

Zion Fire Baptized Holiness Church of God of the Americas

Jesus Saves

          For Valentine's Day, I made some personalized notes for about thirty people and posted them on their doors very late at night. Iris, who claimed that I "wasn't smart enough" to enlist her help in the cutting of the valentines, hence their non-rectangular nature, is forgetting two things. 1) She was asleep during prime valentine-making hours, and 2) I truly do not give a fuck. Alaric gave my room a second title, which I presume takes precedence over "The Rape Fortress": Uncle Touchy's Naked Puzzle Basement.