Have I mentioned that the food here sucks? Breakfast isn't too bad, but dinner last night was dreadful. Next time I come to a school here I'm packing groceries.

I absolutely love the Olympics. I adore them. I get all patriotic, and totally weepy every time we win a gold and they play the national anthem.

We learned how to make Methamphetamine yesterday. (We didn't actually make any, since the process is fraught with danger, and we weren't in a proper lab, and it would be real easy to blow the room up.) It's amazingly easy though, and easy to get the materials. Meth is eventually going to replace crack as the main drug on the streets.

We also learned how to field test drugs, and yes, we used real drugs. They trundled in a safe with a locked box within which contained rather large amounts of various drugs that had been seized, and then we all got small samples of crack, meth, and marijuana in our test kits. So, we all dutifully cracked the vials in the proper order and watched the chemicals turn pretty colors. Then the instructor placed a couple of good sized rocks of crack on a piece of aluminum foil and burned them, so that we could all smell what burning crack smells like. (Smells like cat piss.) After we aired the room out, he then repeated the burn with Meth. (Smells like an old hair dryer--burning hair.) And finally, he burned a big ole hunk of marijuana. (Smells like... uh... marijuana.) A dopehead watching us would have had absolute fits, considering that between the testing and the burning we probably used up about a thousand dollars worth of dope.

It's pretty fun to be the police.