Shrimp. Garlic. Alcohol. Fire.

I miss being able to carry a fan around with me and having that be socially acceptable (and not just weird). It's hot. Not as hot as Spain, but there you never got cold from air conditioning so it wasn't as drastic of a change. But I do miss my little 4 euro fan that I carried everywhere... I got really good at flicking it open, too.

I also miss olives. BUT, I found some really good garlic stuffed olives at the grocery store the other day. Pretty much amazing, but you can tell (because of the garlic) that I'm single. Oh, and thanks Megan for the Facebook fact that only 26% of females are single at UofI. This from the newly engaged girl to the single girl. =) I'm not so unhappy being single at the moment--perhaps because I can eat garlic stuffed olives? Or, maybe I just tell myself that I'm not unhappy...? Who knows.

Oh, I had an amazing dinner last night. It involved shrimp, garlic, brandy and open flames. Yeah, I was pretty impressed. Tonight, however, I had a chocolate bar, some tuna (from a can) and rhubarb cobbler. Excellent. While I enjoy all of those food groups (um, I've built my own food pyramid, don't question it), it just really can't compete with some of my more recent dinners. And dinner conversations aren't as interesting when I'm just talking to myself.

I'm getting sleepy. I haven't been sleeping much lately, but only for good reasons. And, when I try to go to bed my brain starts working overtime (and it doesn't even get paid time and a half!) and everything seems even more confusing, more impossible and more--frustrating?

On another note: tomorrow I get to tell The Boss that he's wrong... that should be fun. Wish me luck...no, just hope with me that I don't do or say something stupid.

Only 8 more days of work! =) Only 8 more nights of Peoria-ness. =(

Don Quijote statue in Madrid