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phleuh... tired. Just got back from a whirlwind trip to New Orleans. I left here a little after 1 p.m yesterday, walked around the Quarter a bit, saw the Gov't Mule concert (which didn't start 'til almost 11 and lasted 'til after 2), and made it back home around 7 a.m. I'd have made it home quicker if it hadn't been for that bastard cop in south MS who gave me a ticket for 71 in a 50. I still have no idea why that was a 50 zone -- I certainly didn't notice it. Anyway, it's not like I was a screaming menace or anything -- I was the only person on the road at 5 a.m., but this podunk Barney feels the need to slow me down... In the immortal words of N.W.A., Fuck the Police.

garb. May write some more on the trip later. Right now I have to finish my last paper of the semester. You would not believe how badly I wish I didn't have to.

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Somebody throw me a few pages on the Burkean sublime in Ann Radcliffe. C'mon, come off it -- I know you've got it.