I just ate some duck sauce that I'm really hoping hadn't already gone bad. It smelled fine and tasted Ok, but you neve know. I super don't want to throw up. Anyway, earlier I was on campus going to drop off a paper to my professor's office; his office is on the fifth floor and, since both the elevator is slow as shit and I pretty much only take the stairs anyway, I take the stairs. The thing is though, I know I'm out of shape and I get winded after four flights of stairs. Don't know why it's that number, but four I'm fine with, five is too many. So I'm walking up, first hoping that my professor isn't in his office-he's a nice guy, but I skipped his class this morning and, you know, I'm gonna be winded and all-and second hoping that I dont' run into anyone I know on the stairs. So of course, just as I reach the fifth floor, just as I'm feeling the effects of one too many flights of stairs, Sibley pops through the door on her way downstairs. Now it's not that I don't like seeing Sibley, she's fantastic, Sibtastic you might even say, but I'm breathing like, well like a fat guy that just walked five flights of stairs. So we're talking and I'm still breathing heavy, but trying to hide it-cause you know, who can't walk five flights of stairs right? I mean shit, when I lived in Charlotte I used to walk up five flights every day like four times. Of course I was eighteen, but whatever-and at a certain point I just go, "Man, I'm out of shape. Five flights is too many." And Sibley goes, "I know, it is. It's psychosomatic," and I know what she means but I'm thinking, "No, it's all this around the middle." Anyway, I thought all that was kind of funny. It's always the thing that you're hoping won't happen that will invariably happen. But the good news is that Sibley's doing well. Everyone needs to wish her a bunch of luck; she's taking her comps on Friday, which is the last step to her becoming a Master of Linguistics. Apparently we're all gonna celebrate the hell out of the rest of the day Friday. And then not to much longer and we're gonna have to call her Dr. Slinkard. How weird is that gonna be, knowing someone that's a doctor?