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Today was an OK day. I felt horrible last night, and ended up going to sleep only to get up at 2 AM and work on a silly history project, which took about an hour, and then we spent so much time discussing current events in History that we didn't need them until Monday. Argh! Jen's blog indicates that she is bored, and I would gladly offer to take her to see Gods and Generals (that is, if she would want to see that movie, I don't know). It opens today and I really want to see it, but I have this math competition tomorrow and I'm really exhausted after this long week, so I'm staying in tonight. I have one hour to complete my Statement of Eligiblity for Key Club Illinois-Eastern Iowa District Secretary and get it in the mail. This weekend, I have to finish reading A Farewell to Arms, journal about the connections, and come up with some kind of questionaire to introduce the book. Our group has the honor of going first thing Monday. If you are under the impression that Hemingway was in any way a competent author, you, my friend, are horribly mistaken. Fitzgerald, good. Orwell, very good. But Hemingway writes books with undefined characters and no plot. That is simply inexcusable.