On Friday night I went out with my (ex)co-workers for drinks at Ma'Kai in Santa Monica and had five martinis (not a good idea considering the medication I am on). I spent Saturday in the worst pain I've ever experienced in my life and had to worship the porcelain God a couple times. I did not recover until midnight Saturday and I'm convinced I won't ever drink again. As such I didn't find out about Pope John Paul II's passing until around 11 p.m. when I started to regain control of my senses. Over the last few days I've learned a lot about him and I must say he was quite an impressive man. I'm glad for him that he's now with God in a much better place. I don't really know what else to say about that since I'm not Catholic and I can't really say he affected my life in a very personal way. But it does seem as though God placed him in his position and that he had a hand in changing the world for the better.

On Sunday I got to watch Paul play in our church's 3 on 3 tournament. They didn't win unfortunately but he looked darn good out there on the court =)

I've actually been getting somewhere in Ten Things You Can't Say in America by Larry Elder and have much to comment on but for some reason I don't really feel like it at the moment. Maybe because I vented so much to Paul already. On the way out to Riverside we listened to McIntyre in the morning and we were both amused/horrified to hear about how teachers are now using purple ink to grade papers because apparently they think little kids can't handle the negativity associated with red ink. I don't care what they say, an F SHOULD be written in BRIGHT red ink because if you get an F you darn well better feel bad about yourself. This must have something to do with the lefty-hatred for testing, SAT scores and anything else that can show idiots who don't study that they are idiots that need to study and try harder. Blah. Okay I'm gonna go catch up on reading the news now.