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So, tomorrow night I will be in NYC for the Angels in America revival, with Zachary Quinto (!!!), and I'm going to see it with

macadamanaity and

gamesiplay and

the_acrobat, and I am simultaneously very excited and sort of blankly terrified. New York City, guys. I mean, of course I've been there before. But not... over a weekend. Not as though it were a real place, for heaven's sake.

(Wow, I'm such a ridiculously small-town girl. Don't mind me. Although it will be so nice to get out of Ithaca for a bit.)

Anyway. SO EXCITED. I had a surprisingly nice day - had enough sleep; went to the pool and did not crack the breathing-underwater problem, but at least had another go - and apparently that thrice-damned response paper I had to write about Hart's positivism last week was "insightful, pithy and rigorous". I'm pretty happy.

And now I'm too relaxed and mellow to do any work, especially since I carefully printed out three exceptionally looooooong articles about bills of attainder to read on my five-hour bus journey tomorrow, so I think I shall pour a glass of wine and finish my Chrestomanci story. I am so rock 'n' roll, darlings. It's pretty good, being me.

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Oooh. Er, I do not mind! I do like the Strand, but if you'd rather somewhere else, then let's do that!

(sorry, apparently today is my day for epic indecision)

Ha, well, I usually go to Amazon.com, so whatever is the most 'real' qualities you would like in a bookstore, speak now or I will default to the Strand, as I assume you do not include Barnes and Noble/Borders/etc in your definition.