Your history acts as your gravity

Today Freddy the doorman greeted me with a hearty "Soon you be going to work!"

You know your post-degree vacation has gone on too long when the doorman is encouraging you to get a job.

In other news:

• It snowed yesterday! And some of it stuck! It's all melted by now, but still! Our long New York nightmare is over.
• The library actually had a copy of Barack Obama's The Audacity of Hope. I can't wait to geek out and read it!
• The books I am currently geeking out on happen to be Fodor's travel guides to San Francisco and Hawaii. 'Cause I booked my plane tickets, baby! I promised my mother I wouldn't jump off a cliff in Hilo (don't even ask how that came up in conversation), but shhh, I'm totally going to. Because the answer to the question "If Carrie told you to jump off a cliff, would you do it?" is always yes. (What if Carrie told you to walk through an active volcano? Also yes!)
  
• Aron is going to be a rabbi! (Like there was ever any doubt.) To celebrate his acceptance to HUC, I went out for falafel. In the elevator, the Candy Man told me he was going to shave his moustache and wear a hairpiece so that he could come join my class, and Crazy Julie (who is admittedly less crazy when she is on her meds, as she appeared to be today) told me I was wearing a pretty coat. Freddy didn't say anything to me on my way out, but I assume it's only a matter of time before he breaks out the classifieds.