I know I've seen most of the people who read this, and everyone I know has heard most of the gory details about my trip to LA. It was brillent. It was the most wonderful birthday present anyone could've given me. I thought I'd stepped right back into that dream world... and now...and now it's coming to me. A few more months of my cell phone being glued to my head and I won't need it much anymore. He's coming ro Chicago and all I need do is get my butt in grad school. How hard can that be?