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I'm watching Autumn in New York which is not a great movie. But I rented it because it is New York, and because I saw it once on a date. It's my favorite kind of romantic movie, as there's death and a not so happy ending. It's more real to me this way. Slow motion misery, the doctor flinging his cap to the ground and the silent sob of a friend. The unplugging of the Christmas tree lights, and the present on the floor. Paper cranes, everywhere. Gere's character is such a bastard in truth. I honestly don't know why I liked this movie now. Well.

God I can't wait to be in New York.

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I'm incapable of packing. It's just ridiculous. I'm actually more thoughtful about deciding which movie to watch instead of putting things in the suitcase. To be fair, I've packed my dresses, a bar of soap, one shirt, two pairs of underwear and four packs of cigarettes.

Need to decide which pair of shoes to take, and my clothes should hurry up and dry. I need to run to the store and pick up things but I'm hanging around hoping the UPS guy will show up before 4:30 with my pajamas. I kinda need those. Instead of doing anything remotely useful, I think I'll watch a movie. Right. Good plan.

Piano bar, Thursday night. Oh life is good. The birds are singing, the windows are open, and now if the sun would just come back out...

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Damn you UPS. When I fork over $15 for next day shipping you ought to bump my house to the top of the line. That bloody damned package has been tooling around Austin on your truck since 7:38am and why the hell isn't it here yet? I bet you ten to one that it will come right as I'm pulling out of the complex for work. Damn it. I want my pajamas so I can finish packing my suitcase! I'd answer the door stark naked if you would just bring the package. Why is this so hard?

Ahem. Anyhow. Aside from being massively peeved at UPS and being extraordinarily lazy, I'm almost finished packing, there are multiple copies of my flight info printed out, and I'm trying to pick books for the plane trips. It's all so lovely, I don't know how I'll stnd going to work tonight.

Can't find my discman. Misery!