My sister's promised to take me around Ithaca tomorrow (I've allowed her three non-thesis hours), plus I get to go to her class on Japanese Film with her. They're talking about Ghost in the Shell. Assuming I'm not totally conked out, it should be fun.
Really, the moral of the story is that I shouldn't have run Gloria Mundi last night, but I couldn't really bow out: we had two extra spectators (Rita, Richard's best friend, and Chris visiting from Phoenix), and it ended up being a really good session. Unfortunately, I then ended up staying up until 4:45 working on my presentation and packing desultorily, and I knew that I had to get up at 9 AM this morning to go see Chuck Kinzer up at Columbia. Stupid, stupid me. If there's one thing I've learned since college, it's that I don't function well on sleep deprivation, and this was an important meeting. Bad choice.
Despite sleep deprivation, the meeting actually went quite well. Professor Kinzer answered a lot of my questions - he says they place people into psychology and communication departments, as well as into research labs and game/media development firms - and I also got to meet another prospective student in the lab, who actually overlapped with me in college (though I didn't know him) and then went to work for LucasArts for a few years. I was very impressed and thought he was super-smart, which allayed some of my other concerns about the seriousness of the program. It looks like there's a core of really terrific people, and that's all I really need.
Of course, the whole meeting I had a nagging worry in the back of my head - that I'd somehow managed to screw up my travel arrangements for Buffalo and I didn't actually know that I had a place to stay. (Because of Shabbat, this was a serious concern - I absolutely had to have a place within walking distance of the conference or I'd be missing half of it!) Thanks to a terrific last-minute save by the woman I'm doing my workshop with, I now am the proud owner of a hotel room reservation. Whew.
I think that's all the news that's fit for me to print. Plus, I'm falling asleep. Time to drift off to dreamland. Maybe I'll dream about Cuba.