HELL WEEK

You know when you become a Navy SEAL, and they put you through that first week of training where you don't sleep, you have to pilot amphibious vehicles in freezing cold, storm rocked water, and then run out with a 80 pound pack and do a million push-ups? That has felt like my week thus far, as I've been rocked with a 2,500 word essay and three final exams all in the space of 3 days. Needless to say, the rough draft of the essay is done and awaiting peer critique, the British Novel and American History finals have been conquered, and all that is left is a somewhat frightening final on war and ideology in interwar Europe. Whatever, I have all morning tomorrow to study for it. Right? Right. Anyways, I'll be glad when tomorrow is over.

In quick news, the Twins were the featured game on Five on Sunday night, live from the Metrodome at 1:00 AM, so I watched a bit of that. Was glad to actually see the Twins score some runs. Although that sort of built my hopes up for their crushing defeat last night. I don't want to talk about it. Today is Hilary's birthday and yesterday was Kevin's, so we hit the town for a somewhat subdued celebration. The seemingly always rowdy city centre was tame last night, probably on account that it's Tuesday and finals week. But we had a good time. Guinness for £1.99? Unbelievable.

The weekend you ask? We're trying to catch a huge Forest match on Friday. In layman's terms, they're in the playoffs to be promoted to the Championship League, and if they maintain a winning point differential through Friday's game, they'll play in a final at Wembley Stadium in London to be promoted. So, it's a big game. Let's go Reds!

More postage will come later on this weekend. Right now, it's back to my friend Eric Hobsbawm and his theories on the failure of liberal democracy.