Let's see if my writing improves under the influence...hehehe

In the yearly competition for the Saddest. Chinese. New Year's. Eve. Ever, a bunch of us went out for Chinese food at this place that cooks EVERYTHING with brown sauce (much like the Chinese restaurants we went ot in Alava, Spain). No yu sheng. No mahjong. No ten million aunties and uncles. Just random quarrels about whether or not to order the tilapia (mispronounced to the umpteen squillionth degree) and a tiff with the waitress about who could or could not drink wine at our table.

I have a new tutee for biology who knows everything and just wants a "study buddy" so now I'm getting paid to sit around with her for an hour and do, essentially, nothing. Milk and honey indeed. I need more jobs like that. Keep 'em coming, Peer Tutoring Center.

In other news, I am halfway caught up with Six Feet Under. And though it is not quite as good as The Sopranos, it is very enjoyable nonetheless, much more so than the garbage we are inundated with on network TV. (Yes, Dawson's Creek people, we're looking at you).