During the pajamas party over the last weekend, the girls decided that I was more likely to become a Christian than a lesbian (my JC girlfriend declared that I like men too much).

Yesterday I learnt during rock climbing that, though my UK travelmate is slightly shorter than I, she has longer arms.

I've settled down from the euphoria of quitting and my workload seemed suddenly lesser. I wasn't passed tasks I couldn't follow up on, but I don't think the damage control efforts that were put in place was enough. Still, it's time to let go.

Oh, and welcome home for the break, leslie. :)