I went out to eat with a few Germans from the plant last night. Again, I was the only one to not completely clean my plate (actually, I didn't even make it half way). What really gets me, is that the German auditor is about 5'9" and must weigh 130 pounds! She is just about model thin, and yet she cleans her plate at every meal. I just don't understand how I have consistently end up eating less than half what she does, and I weigh significantly more. It's either genetics or bulimia. And I really don't think it's bulimia.

I am currently reading The Twentieth Wife by Indu Sundaresan. I am so into it; it's really quite good. I picked it up for $5 at Borders before I left. I never really expect too much from Border's clearance books. The book itself kind of reminds me of the Far Pavilions, one of my most favorite books ever. I don't really know why, but I've been on a central Asian kick lately. The book I finished in Canada is called Flash House. It also takes place in central Asia (but in the forties and fifties, Twentieth Wife is set in the 16th century). Flash House was pretty good too, but it had a main character (the mom) who thought about her emotions too much. That irritates me to no end. My mother tends to read books with feelings (not romance books or anything, just more mainstream fiction meant for women) and they usually just make me want to kick the main character in the teeth and tell her to get over it. Anyhow, so far the Twentieth Wife has not had an overabundance of emotion, so I'm ok.