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Sometimes you wake up.
Sometimes the fall kills you.
And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
-The Sandman, Fables and Reflections

Emily's husband was a grad student with Woolhiser, one of the professors back home. Apparently he was exactly the same then, always studying. He is quite a demanding teacher, I understand, especially with the old Church Slavonic.

We ate terrible faux Mexican food last night. There are shopping malls on the outside edge of town, and a drive-thru KFC. God in Heaven, such things have invaded all the world. It is truly bizarre. Have also seen many SUVs on the street, which I also find peculiar.

Brno is such a quiet town. Even on a Friday night, the streets are rather empty. Spent a long time talking with Frances and David, who are hysterical gossips about their life in Bristol. I want to take them home for Melynda, I think she would enjoy them. Called home and talked to Melynda and Gene this morning. I miss them so much. Sometimes I catch myself turning, as if they are with me, hoping to share some remark.

Class on a Saturday. Writing yet another essay! I do hope my Czech composition skills improve at least, from all this work. My teacher cracked up when I told her about our performance of the play this spring.

We are going out tonight. I feel better now that I am more occupied.