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Originally, there was going to be something full of bile about this incident, but, two days on, I find myself more filled with mirth than anything of the bitter tasting variety. I won’t go into details, as this isn’t some sort of seedy tabloid (I mean, we on the internet must hold ourselves to higher standards (that sentence is hard to say with a straight face)), but, let’s just say, that I was phoned with bad relationship news the night before leaving State College for the second semester in a row. Seriously, who does that? More importantly, the whole story would read like a bad joke, if I wasn’t the punch line, so I can find humor in myself. Finally, the whole thing, ultimately, played out exactly like I knew it would. The whole time, I was enjoying myself, but I knew what was going to happen. So, sure I’m upset about things, but, once again, I’ve found out I was right all along. Moreover, I think I’ve realized that I’m more awesome than I thought, which is wonderfully refreshing.

Anyway, not dwelling on that, because, frankly, who has time? I’m reading Against the Day now and it’s awesome. I’m only about 40 pages in, but Nikolai Tesla has already been mentioned and, well, if you know me, you know my feelings on the world’s prototypical mad scientist. Also, a little bird delivered an advance copy of All of a Sudden, I Miss Everyone, the new album by badass post-rock combo, Explosions in the Sky. It’s, as usual, excellent. While the internet seems to think it’s not as good as their last two, I like it best of all, because it combines the smooth playing of The Earth Is Not a Cold, Dead Place with the rocking out of Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever. So, I’m happy with both of those things. Further, did I mention that it was over 70 degrees here in Atlanta, today? I took a walk wearing nothing but a t-shirt, in December, and got hot by the time I got home. The weather is absolutely beautiful here, but I’m having trouble getting into the Christmas spirit (you know, a vague sense of unease) because of eating lunch on the veranda and worrying about whether or not I brought enough shorts home for Christmas Break.

So, one last thing, my goal for Spring Semester 2007 is not to rock out the Conference on Literature and Culture Since 1900 or even do well in seminars or teach an awesome class. It’s to not have a break-up call during my final week in town. That seems reasonable, right? Good grief. I just can’t believe the nerve of some people.