Freaked Out

So, I'm at Clemson right now attending a fairly useless academic meeting. We share funding with the folks down here, but precious little else, so these trips tend to be a little watery. We MIT beavers stick together, and eat out a lot at good places. One of the more charming aspects of academic travel is getting to share a hotel room with one of your groupmates, giving you an unusual opportunity to know more than you'd like to about one of your coworkers. In this case, I am listening to the newest PhD student in the group digest his chicken dinner at a decibel level comparable to cross-room conversation. He doesn't snore, but his stomach is keeping me awake. Coming home tomorrow.