Sunday, November 12, 2006

lesson #052: murder on the orient express

Feeling pretty stressed out over my impending Agatha Christie presentation on Monday. Sure it's only ten minutes; sure it's only an individual presentation; sure it's only a pass/fail grade. But despite all these assurances I can't help feeling jittery. Can't help feeling that the slides I came up with were just not good enough. Mediocre. Sub-standard. Guess this comes from being a perfectionist. One of these days I may just stress myself out to madness. Touch wood.

Some French girls from our corridor cooked us crepes yesterday night. The dessert crepes with Nutella was heavenly! I'm an extreme Nutella addict now. Just ate three slices of white bread with huge dollops of Nutella. Ack! You won't recognize me with my spare tires when I come back!

Spoke with Uncle G after a long hiatus just now, and it was refreshing, sad, and gut-wrenching all at once. I still have on the cheesy MSN nick impulsively typed when we first chatted earlier today. =)