Sangria and stolen cigarettes

I had time today to wander the hot streets of Champaign before learning about Web of Science (it’s a database, yo), and I noticed that the always-closed sushi place was open. I decided that I should aspire to be more like Allison (ev’ry day) so I went in for a tasty lunch while I still had money in my coffer.

Not only was the sushi cheap, but it was good too. All you can quaff miso soup didn’t hurt either. I spent $8 and was gorged by the end.

I seem to be in “meet and greet” mode, so I plunked myself down to a nice fellow named Phillip. He’s an undergrad studying for the summer in the chemical engineering department, and had been to Japan earlier in the summer. We discussed lingal shibboliths. Lovely boy, really.
Good lord. Last night I was drunk enough to become obnoxious. Wow. Sorry all.

On the upside,
I taught newbies to play euchre. So, all in all, I think it balanced out karmically. Maybe.

Oh, Mom, to clarify: I stole a pack of cigarettes from someone in an attempt to keep them from smoking. Not because I smoke cigarettes.