Cancelled Class...

In the future, there will be an internet uplink in each of our heads. One that we could connect to at anytime to recieve certain information... Like if I'm on my way to class in fucking Des Plaines, I could connect and find out say... What the weather will be like, or how the presidential elects are doing as far as support goes, or... Maybe finding out IF MY CLASS IS GODDAMN CANELLED OR NOT. It happens quite often. More than I'd like. I mean, I could be sleeping right now. Wait, maybe I'm just reiterating the plot to Johnny Neumonic.

Anyway, so yeah, Erin's back at school and I need to write thank-yous to some relatives. That's about it.