Running out of clever titles

By the way, these entries are mostly public so that my mom knows I'm alive. I'm going to lock them down once I come back. But anyway, with this in mind, I'll start with a gross anecdote, which is that I saw my very first giant flying cockroach today. Right by my bed, too. My Chilean dorm mate made quick work of it, splattering cockroach guts everywhere.

Other than that, today was good. We struck out with the PRI again--they told us to come back tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes. The CMT was also a washout--they told us to go to the Labour Congress instead.

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So I can say with confidence that the day improved after the cockroach incident. But then, when your day starts with a flying cockroach, there is nowhere to go but up.