The crust of salt on my skin tells me that the clothes I'm wearing would be best aired out, or even better, washed.

Today's riding almost made up for last night's missed riding. If it were longer with a large group of friendly people it would've been fantastic.

After a long drugged-out sleep, I got up and rode up to the Irish American Heritage Center off Lawrence and Elston to sit in on Laura's class. It was pretty fun. I don't think there's an Iranian-American center like that in Chicago - it would be cool to get more in touch with my ethnic roots. The American rural Christian life of my mother's side I think I've had enough of, however.

Anyway, I rode the 7.5 miles up there, had a decent free lunch, sat in on the class and learned something, talked with Laura a bit, then rode the 9 miles to school to do some labwork and get some reading done.

A productive day here at UIC: I got my unit ready for Monday morning inspection, treatment-planned a case, and finished reading the papers I had out for my thesis. Tomorrow I plan to start putting together either criteria or questions for my surveys and formalizing my protocol...I also need to start filling out the IRB forms, I suppose.

Laura's coming to NUR tonight, as well as some new faces, so that should be fun. Right now I need to ride home and shower and change, as I've gotten pretty ripe with all the riding. I've also got a keen new bike jersey I got as a thank you for presenting to the Odontographic Society (they were leftover from a few years ago). If it weren't so rank, I'd wear it the rest of the night, but the crust of salt on my skin tells me that the clothes I'm wearing would be best aired out, or even better, washed.

In the meantime, ruminate on the irony: the actress playing Mary in the Nativity movie is 16, unwed, and pregnant.