Heh. I occasionally lapse back into my Midwestern potentially white-trash roots, it's true.

If it makes you feel better, my temporary roommate was in our room using her cell phone to arrange pot selling deals while I was trying to read George Bernard Shaw. I was reading a play set in Bulgaria, which makes me think I should move their to teach as I would be a wealthy noblewomen named Raina courted by fine soldierly fellows, as opposed to living in flea ridden rooms with drug dealers. Though that scenario may be particular to this play and not, in fact, indicitive of Bulgaria as a whole.