Nothing quite like hunting peasants

If only we actually went peasant hunting.

Sadly, we simply had a dinner and dessert together, we merry band of British MPs from the 1530s. It was quite lovely, and my classmates are very entertaining and intelligent people. The weirdest part about that evening was to find out that Lucas, whom I presumed to be a devout Catholic, was actually a quasi-devout Episcopalian (or, as a non-American would say it, Anglican). It was maddening because all this time I'd assumed that he was playing well outside of his comfort zone since his character is a pronounced Anglican in the game. He just seemed so Catholic, damn it.

But yes, I quite enjoyed myself even though it meant I got no work done last night. I don't socialize nearly enough to remotely approach regretting this.

In other non-trivial news, I'm somewhat upset because the shade of purple from my new purple hoodie doesn't quite match the shade on my purple Chuck Taylor All Stars. That's just a bitch. I still feel like a male bird, though, prominently displaying vivid colors, puffin' out my chest and shit. Yeah.

Hasta la byebye, dears. I'll see you soon.

I know this will sound weird, but do you have a long, disposable object?

Thank God I happened to have a non-writing pen handy, otherwise I have no idea what I would have done five minutes ago. Last night I actually tried to go, but I just couldn't successfully do the deed. It was awful. But now I feel a profound sense of happiness.

Later tonight the folks from my Henry VIII class will be having a dinner at the Lord Chancellor's place. Wait, you say, I thought you were the Lord Chancellor, Sir Thomas More! Ah, but you see, there have been new developments. At the end of Parliament on Tuesday a snap no-confidence vote was called against me. I mistakenly assumed that my supporters had enough influence to defeat the measure, and so I didn't filibuster. But obviously my opponents knew what they were doing, and they secured enough influence to win the vote 43-42. There was no historical precedent for the no-confidence vote, but His Majesty decided it would be best if I resigned anyway, so Thomas More is no longer in Parliament, and our new Lord Chancellor is the former Speaker for the House of Commons, Thomas Audley, whose house I shall be visiting this evening.

Just in case you were curious, I am now playing the role of Lord Darcy of Darcy. I will occasionally play the role of swing-vote since my motivations are at once traditionalist, pro-nobility and pro-self-advancement.

And once again, Thank God for that non-writing pen.