Finallt caught up with my philosophy and German history readings tonight. I'm immensely proud of myself, even if I don't quite understand what the hell the essay from Place was talking about due to his convaluted wording and overly long sentences like this one that add little to nothing to the readers' understanding.

You ever just browse through wikipedia? I was reading through presidential succession, and apparently the secret service tries to keep one random cabinet member away from all the others most of the time, called the "designated survivor." This is in case some major catastrophe befalls a huge meeting of a significant chunk of the government (and with the way terrorists are being recruited these days, it's an increasingly likely possibility I suspect). Apparently in 2003 the designated survivor was John Ashcroft. As I read that my back shivered.

Had a fairly uneventful weekend, aside from watching one of the worst novice finals rounds ever. Got to talk shit with old friends, never quite got to watch those RATM DVDs with them. Meh... at least I get a bit of cash.