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In a week, I'll be in New York. I'm going mad with the waiting, now that it is so close. I have a million things to straighten out before then, like buying mexican vanilla and figuring out if I want to take my laptop, or just cram everything in a carry on bag which really seems like the best option because dragging a suitcase anywhere is not fun.

I have an appointment to speak with the professor in charge of graduate studies in the Slavic department at Columbia next Friday. The building is up by Broadway and 114th, and it's lovely. Can't wait, can't wait. I rambled to myself in Czech all the way home tonight.

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Stayed up til six watching the Sopranos and The Prophecy with Melynda while we discussed the terrible lives of wizards. But at least it is Thursday, which is closer to Saturday, and still closer to Wednesday.