Hot damn, it's October!
I have officially made it through the whole of September mystery-illness free. Score. Perhaps this means things are starting to turn around. A girl can hope.

And there's more!
I leave for Ireland today! I don't have to leave my apartment for a few more hours, and my flight technically won't get there until tomorrow morning, but still. Ireland! And an entire week with my best friend. This, as the kids say, is going to rock. Expect a full report on all the Guinness consumption and Irish boys when I get back next week. But fear not, I will not, I repeat, will not, be coming back with an Irish husband as my roommate genuinely suspects. I realize I'm a little obsessed with the Irishmen, but I'm not that crazy.

Ireland Preview
Before I go, here's just one more reason I enjoy the Irish so much. So I had to call and confirm when we were picking up the key for our self-catering cottage in Salthill yesterday morning before work. I'm talking with Sean, the man who runs the place, and he asks if I have his address. No, not the street number, I reply. "Ah, now, we don't do that here. Much too complicated. My address is just Grattan House. We're directly across from the Warrick Hotel. It's in between the Texaco Station and Galway Business School, near the promenade." Ah, yes, that's not compliated at all.

Hip Hop Violinist?
I interviewed the most amazing musician yesterday. She's a hip hop violinist from Israel, and her music blew me away. Her CD just came out (aptly title, Miri Ben Ari The Hip Hop Violinist), and you should check it out. (Plus, she was the violinist on Kanye West's College Drop Out album, so I'm not the only person who likes her.)