Listening to Brahms and procrastinating finishing up the rough draft of my Fulbright grant essay.
I went out with a Russian girl I haven't spoke with in a few months earlier this evening. We were supposed to see Baltimore's orchestra perform Rachmaninoff's second piano concerto, but because it was opening night for the season, student rush tickets weren't available and $100 for two tickets was more than I wanted to pay. It was a good Costanza moment. We went to dinner instead. Her accent is really thick, so conversations can be difficult, but she reads Dostoevsky, so who cares.