I've been avoiding writing lately. It's hard for me to write if I can't just break open and be honest about what I'm feeling right at the moment. Unfortunately, at this point in time I'm feeling annoyed and stressed in combination with the feeling that I don't have time to delve into what I'm really feeling. It's also annoying me that I'm just beating around the bush and thinking to myself "I've got to go, I can't get into this right now."

Tonight I had dinner with Min, Sandy, Ro and Jeannie in one of the school's restaurants. I actually had two pieces of pie not to mention the piece of pie I had with my lunch. I've been eating a lot ever since I got back from Uzbekistan. This fact caused us to start discussing the possibility that I might have a worm. Which, of course, became a big joke and a great scapegoat. When I'd say something slightly inappropriate (which I'm occasionally known to do) it would, of course, be the worm's fault.