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I've been debating the degree to which my emotional state about Australia contributed to the confluence of stressors related to my being able to go. Which is to say, in a flaky hippie flitered through New York way, I've always been scared of this trip, and that energy I'm sending out into the world isn't doing me any favours.

But Christ. I am so excited. And the Australian dollar is finally dropping again. Thank heavens!

If I owe you a phone call, you will hear from me this weekend... I know there are at least two of you.