Run for the shadows in these golden years

The rest of Friday's testing worked out well, if anyone was worried. Now I just need to repeat it three times, and we'll finally be done with this wretched stuff, and off to the carefree bliss of ethylbenzeneland.

My apartment complex is being repainted. It's going from its previous sort of southwesterny red-and-adobe color scheme to more of a mocha with chocolate trim, and other equally edible colors. Since this place is enormous and all, it's a gradual process. I've found that watching the daily progress of these muted (and comparatively anemic, if not unattractive) colors as they expand across the complex kind of gives the unsettling impression that the buildings are slowly dying. Or else Ursula K Le Guin's dream dude is trying to eliminate apartment racism.

Lastly, I have an idea for a group Halloween costume. Three words: David Bowie Chronology. Who wants to do this? (NB: If you do not want to do this, there is something wrong with you. Also, I call dibs on Thin White Duke.)