Monday

NATIONALIST ASSOCIATION: "William I, regent since 1857, may we borrow your army to defeat the Austrians in a battle and finally establish the se...."

"...cond Reich?"

"But I want to modernize the Prussian army!"

"Please?"

"First, Prussian Parliament, may I have money in order to modernize my Prussian army?"

"Only if you earn it."

"Rats."

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I'm taking a German history class to pad my credits this term. While I find it to be absolutely *fascinating*, the room is a little hot and the professor is not exactly the most engaging. So I've taken to taking my notes in singing cartoons and short dialogues. Read:

"Hey, it's 1870 and those Austrians are negotiating with France for an alliance against Prussia and the northern German states!"
"Let's kick France's ass first. Punks."

And so begins a beautiful friendship. I had a dark realization during class, though, that the German states spent the nineteenth century fighting for political, economic, and social stability in the guise of unification, only to have the dream stripped away in the 1940s and finally, fully realized in 1989...can you imagine over a hundred and fifty years striving for the unity of you and your kind? Granted, the Germans did get a little sidetracked, but still...I realized for the first time just how significant the fall of the Berlin Wall really must have been.

Mad's taken my hat and if I don't get it back the Phillies may never win again. During their last three losses I did not have it, and the scores for the last two games, after she had already kidnapped it, were bad enough for me to suspect I have a measure of psychic influence over the team's performance. Must get it back now, must. I wish she wasn't so pissed at me, again.

What else, not much? Um...nope. Ciao.

¡Mi lavaplatos me deja, ah cómo el corazón rompe!

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