You can't handle the truth!

Tomorrow I play a JAG officer in our class simulation of a meeting to discuss suggestions to the president for actions on Guantanamo Bay, the International Criminal Court, North Korea, and Iran. I'm maintaining that we should treat all detainees at Guantanamo as POWs (as per Geneva III Article V), not re-sign the Rome Statute to make sure that Americans don't get tried by the ICC, and hold off on nuking North Korea and Iran (but keep an eye on them and nuke their deployment zones as soon as they make a move). I am unsure as to whether these positions are in holding with a JAG officer's, but I was thinking earlier this evening that if I tried to take on a Tom Cruise or Jack Nicholson persona (A Few Good Men, anyone?) that everyone would be at least amused. However, when I shared this idea with ABe he suggested that I might want to practice my impersonations. I fear they are worse than my JAG positions on the issues.

In other news, I made it up the hill twice (twee-chay?) this afternoon. I had to take a breather in between - I walked up the small hill with no shade that comes right before the big hill on my second go - but I considered myself revitalized at the beginning of the big hill and started up. I quickly realized that I did not, in fact, WANT to run up the big hill again; however, I had already committed to do it, and so I plodded very slowly for what seemed like a very long time in the very hot sun until I finally reached the top. The dichotomy* between my mental state (exuberance) and physical state (nausea, cramps, exhaustion, heat stroke, and probable imminent death) accompanied me until supper, where I ravenously consumed fried cheese sandwiches** and was revived by lively if forgettable conversation. All I really remember is that PK still refuses to adopt me as his younger sister and DI has decided to imitate me by answering "unclear" to questions whenever possible.

No new development on the Great Pacific Garbage Patch paper or on anything else really - tomorrow evening (after the last class!) we are all heading down to Florence for a wine tasting and a lesson on wine and cheese, and afterward we will probably go out to celebrate the end of the program. ABo, who has been gone since yesterday afternoon (taking the LSATs in Italy!), will be back to participate in the simulation and festivities.

A final note: I have decided to become rich writing self-help books, because people need a lot of help. Like, a LOT of help. No initials on this one. You know who you are.

*SB, this word is for you.
**They're like grilled cheese sandwiches, only after making the grilled cheese sandwich you then deep fry it. Seriously.