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So I go on vacation for two days, thinking things'll be calm and quiet and no one will notice...and one of our professors DIES. Now I'm sitting here waiting for the Chair to arrive and tear me a new asshole for being out of touch during the last couple days.

Poor David. Such a stupid senseless accident. And his wife and kids SAW it happen. Fuckfuckfuck. I'm trying to avoid thinking about it. Fuck.

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Things are okay at work--it's just that apparently the Assistant Chair also took Monday off, and the Chair had forgotten that I'd be away, so there was much chaos and panic.

In all this, I've almost forgotten the NYC trip. Here's the short version: people in NYC are nicer than in Boston, driving is easier, and as I type this I'm touching one of John Stewart's balls.

I'll enter the long version tonight.