Heavily shopping for plane tickets for my planned coming retreat to Mexico on P-day weekend. I *need* to get out of town.

Is it bad when you laugh in someone's face for suggesting they are taking a "high road" when they don't even know how low they've sunk?

I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend.

Yesterday I didn't update because I had a sim all day. It was ok, interesting for the first 4 hours, not so much for the second 4 hours. I have one more sim to backseat before I get to touch anything. That should be in about a month (my next "backseat" is in two weeks, and I'm not scheduled the week after that, so). Amazing how much time goes on between these things.

Last night my class went out to dinner together. At first, I thought it was a kind of hokey thing for the professor to do, but it turned out to be pretty fun (the multiple bottle of red wine consumed over the course of the evening probably livened things up). My class is almost entirely non-American (seriously!): two Americans, an El Salvadorian, a Nigerian, a Greek professor, and two Indians. I felt like I was in Switzerland again. Diversity is good. I love my friends here, but international diversity is not exactly something found around our offices.

Anyway, we talked about foreign food (and doing a potluck), good Houston resteraunts (anyone want to try Nigerian?), the Ibo language (weirdly the Nigerian was from an Ibo tribe and I remembered a few words from when we read Things Fall Apart in high school, odd how these things come in handy), finding jobs, being abused by faculty advisors (I can't relate, as I am not a PhD student doing slave labor for an advidsor). And I ate gnocchi. Yum, gnocchi.