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So, it's been a little while since I last updated, and many exciting things have happened in that time.

Drove all the way out to camp to pick up Rachael to see Willy Wonka, because like, Rachael is my Charlie and the Chocolate Factory soulmate, and there's no way I could have seen that movie with anyone else. We manage to get Yoshi and Phil to come along, Phil falls asleep in the theatre, just.... general hilarity.

Spent the weekend in Wood's Hole with Sarah Catherine Hale. Like.... I had an epiphany while we were playing tennis. I should be a professional athlete. I mean, I just... was thinking about how masterful we were playing tennis, and how we really went for every shot and put in all the effort necessary and just.... we were PHENOMENAL and playing at a Wimbeldon level, and I think I need to commit my life to tennis from now on. Oh, wait, no.... no no, I'm mistaken.... actually, we were both terrible at tennis. My key quotation, though, was when Sarah was wondering aloud if she should take some private tennis lessons, and I was like "Well, Sarah, it's not like you don't know what to do.... I think it's just that you're not good." And she was like "hmm, yeah.... I mean, I GUESS I could have gotten that last shot if I made an effort, but like... no." Also I have a foxy Coppertone baby tan line. I love that tan line.

So, every day of my life has become governed by books. Every day, 10 to 6, books. Every. Day. Books. I mean, work is fine, it's enjoyable, but OH MY GOD BOOKS ALL THE TIME IS GETTING INTENSE. Realllllllly intense. It's sad. I get to check my email while I'm working, so like... in the mornings, I'll take a break every hour or so, check my email, get back to work. By the end of the day (and I'm not proud of this), the breaks are every 15 minutes. Because I go insane. Today my boss asked me if I was getting burned out on books and I like, awkwardly laughed and said "a little bit." But there was nothing for him to say, so he just kind of smiled a commiserating smile, and nodded his head and said "Yeah." Thanks for helping....

Yesterday Natasha came home from New Mexico, so obviously we had a date. Now like.... I don't know why the most ridiculous things happen when Natasha and I hang out. But like, ok, she picks me up at my house.... as soon as she pulls away from my house, her car goes crazy with no alignment and just madness and we have no idea what's happening. So she pulls over, like, 3 blocks from my house. One of her tires is the flattest thing I've ever seen. So, obviously, a moment of panic, because OH MY GOD we don't know how to change a tire. Like.... oh my GOD we have no idea what to do. I'm about to call my dad, but this random guy walking his dog comes over and says that he can change our tire for us if we can watch his dog while he's doing it. PS his dog is a giant Saint Bernard. So, ok, just... we're walking this GIANT dog back to my house to get water for it, this man is changing Natasha's tire but he's sweating pretty profusely and grunting all the time and it's generally terrifying. And like... it was really nice of him to change our tire, but really awkward when he's finished and we're just like "thanks so much!" and just... drive away....

Ok, well.... there are a few points to this update. 1 - email me. if at all possible. at anytime. I will write back to you. Guaranteed. panderson@nyu.edu. Please. 2- there was really only that one point, but while I'm here.... MEG DAMICO ARE YOU STILL COMING TO VISIT ME ON AUGUST 6? lemme know....

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