Can't touch me!

Redrafting, meta-writing, editing, editing, note-taking. My head's going to explode. Maybe I shouldn't have gone for the Soc Party meeting just now (a really interesting talk on what Marxism has to say to Religion. Marxism analyses religion in a complex manner, identifying religion as both a response and a manifestation of desperation in society, thereby evaluating.... shorter Marx: NO.)

You know, I've been such a political slut lately. My dalliances between two rival socialist groups aside, I've been cavorting with the Amnesty people, toying with the idea of joining the political interest group (no afflilations, we promise.)

So after spending the night (read: 7pm meeting) with the Soc Party, I'll be breakfasting (read: morning poster run) and having dinner (read: kebabs) with Soc Alt tomorrow.

If I do go for the Stop the War Coalition on Saturday, I'll run the risk of meeting my various political 'lovers' at the same time... in the same place.

Which would be a very, very bad idea indeed. Which is why I'm not going to go. (Help me think of a creative excuse!)

I'll go shopping instead. Instead of the two socialist lovers, or two non-politcally aligned romeos, I can meet up with my capitalist fat-cat sugar daddy.