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This guy has been hanging outside my bedroom window for over a week now, and has been christened 'the baby glacier' in some of my letters home. As I type, however, the entire house is shaking, as my landlord, sat on the roof with some sort of pick, attempts to dislodge the mega-icicle. I'm guessing because tomorrow it's predicted to get above zero for the first time in a long while, and even in these sub-zero temperatures Pu very narrowly avoided icicle-related death.

I must say, though, that the glacicle (or, as Jaap called it, the "ice stalactite;" how he knows stalactite and not icicle is beyond me) will be missed- it's been fun to get up every morning and check on its progress. I always knew that when it was bigger, it would take me three times as long to get on to campus. Rip, glac.

In other news, I almost, almost, actually-put-them-in-the-bin almost, threw away my collection of guitar music. And no, I don't know how. And yes, I am a moron.