So me and two of my classmates decide to take it easy this Saturday night and just watch an independent or foreign movie, and we decide to watch "Dirty Pretty Things," which, among others, stars Audrey Tatou. Of course, leave it to the three medical students to pick the movie that is inured with medical references. The lead character, played by Chiwetel Ejiofor is a doctor, and everything else sort of stems from that. In any case, it was a good movie, and, when contrasting our lives to the characters who are illegal immigrants, it reminded us that, well, despite our bitching and whining, our lives are pretty good. To riff off of something a friend of mine consoled me with: at least I'm not getting deported, I'm not working in a sweatshop, I'm not having to perform sexual favors to prevent myself from getting deported, I'm not worried about how I'm going to have money to eat tomorrow, I'm not going to get sent to prison and raped. Or, to bite off what a psychiatry resident once told another friend of mine: at least I don't have lymphoma.

Heh. Optimism is all relative.