Peng moved out today. To next door. I guess he wanted to live with other Chinese guys. Or maybe it was my offensive odor. Tommorow Evan's friend from lab, Nick, moves in. Nick's a good guy, speaks with a thick French accent, and probably won't watch as much Discovery Channel as Peng did, so this is a good thing.

After Peng had left, Evan and I decided to clean out the fridge. After throwing out everything that was clearly Peng's, and everything that was ours but old, we were shocked to discover that only four things remained in the fridge:

A can of soda, my milk, some butter, and a jar of minced garlic. This apartment is such a screw-job.