you say you know what he did, but you idiot kid, you don't have a clue

It was extremely difficult to go back to work today, but I persevered. I got a birthday package from my parents today; they are the best parents ever. It was basically a box full of preserved meat products--they sent me beef sticks, pepperoni, and three packages of fully-cooked bacon. Despite the fact that the bacon sounded gross, it was the most mouth-wateringly-delicious food that I've eaten in at least two months. I'm glad that everyone else was scared off by its questionable packaging and appearance, since it means that I can eat it all by myself. They also sent me a bag of woefully crushed Tostitos and some salsa con queso, which I proceded to mix together and eat with a spoon. Mmm. Ranjit's pasta tonight was good, but it can't compare to heavily-preserved bacon and fake cheese dip.

I quite suddenly have a trip planned for this coming weekend--we're taking an overnight train to Hampi, home to some apparently-fantastic ruins of a 13th-century palace/fort/capital complex. Seven of us are going, so it should be a very fun time, although we won't get back until Monday morning and we'll have to go to the office immediately upon arrival.

I was going to go off about how much I'm going to miss being in India, but I'm too tired for such introspective musings. Also, my air conditioner self-destructed again; they fixed the banging noise last week, but tonight it started gushing water rather suddenly, and so I'm back to using the ceiling fan. I'm willing to bet money that when they 'fix' it tomorrow, the noise will come back. So despite my sadness at leaving India and all the friends I've made here, at least I can look forward to the blissful silence of my bedroom in Menlo Park. Tonight, though, I shall dream of all the ways that I can eat fully-cooked bacon; these ways have to be tasty to me, but unappealing enough to outsiders that I can conserve my bacon supply. It's a tricky task, but surely my evil ingenuity can lead to an appropriate solution.