Yesterday evening, a trip to a blues festival (so, so fun — we spent much of it pretending to be cheesy backup dancers) took an unexpected downturn: around 11:00 pm, I was throwing up some unsavory cooking oil as my roommates battled a plague of mosquitoes that had swarmed into our house.

It was not a charming moment — but then we watched Superbad, which made everything seem ok again.

This event has sparked a realization that perhaps my stomach was not made for the South. I think I need to eliminate fried food, or just meat in general (I’ve broken down here and have been eating it fairly often after years of mostly pescatarianism), for a while. I still can’t bring myself to eat funnel cake, which I once threw up in middle school; maybe I’ll never be able to eat fried chicken again? Right now, that sounds just fine.

Seriously…gross. I need to take better care of myself here. Doing so is going to involve investment in the time and effort to cook for myself instead of so often relying on the Delta’s limited dining options. I need to run more often, too.

But I digress. All things considered, this weekend has been pretty great. I really enjoy spending time with the other corps members here.

Now, though, it’s time for me to grade essays. I just realized that with 60 students, even if I only spend five minutes on each essay, I will be working on this task for five hours. Why didn’t I think about this earlier?