the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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8:15 p.m. + 2003-10-12 = as if i didn't have enough to do...

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...i'm thinking that it was pure disassociated gospelness that beckoned me to bring joan osborne's second album (the one i acquired decades ago and never gave a listen) to work this morning. and i must say, i ultra dig it. i began to mentally construct a cd mix for the flight, the tracklist, the coverart, the time when all this could possibly come together... sheesh. as if i don't have enough to do. i've successfully done nothing today, so thus far except draft an impeccable list of things to pack. (i love packing. i love the care and time i put into it to make it just-so, knowing fulldamn well that it is in vain and perfect packing to leave will become sloppy mess to return. hmmm, i'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere, but it was not intended and i do not plan to excavate any further in the matter.)

where was i? oh yes, packing. ran to target in mankato to get disposal camera and select toiletries. unsuccessful in the hunt for tea tree oil moisturiser. i'm sure there's a *disgusting cough, blecht.* body shoppe in the bay area, we'll just see if my morals are prepared to backslide.

it's near 9.30pm and i've homework to do and actual packing to do. i shall sleep tonight like a colicky baby (because that is my ancestry)... impending midterm-esque presentations, new information as to how i will have to take unreliable public transport to airport from andy's house, worrying that i've forgotten something, will the contacts arrive in time?, terrorifying realisation that i have (in all the hooplah and excitement) forgotten to mention to the schools that i am going to be visiting this week (i shall inform them tomorrow and lie through my teeth that me being in their neck of woods is complete surprise...can you fit me in for a tour or something? can i at least buy a sweatshirt so mum (who, p.s. is giving me 100dollars as "eating food" what!? exactly. bless 'er. she says it's to make up for her not accompanying me. (oh god, was that ever in the picture?))... damnit, i've lost my train of thought yet again. i'm head-to-toe non-sequitirs and loose bundles of synapses trying to articulate something to the effect of an aside.

well, i've got much work to do tonight. 3 nights of poor, insufficient-amount-of sleep, probably to be followed by a fourth as will have too much excitement to sit still tomorrow night and will still be fretting public transport-to-airport scenario... at least i'll sleep on the plane which will keep me from hyperventilating.

nu går jag till biblioteket för att läsa och lyckas med mina presentationer imorgon, så kan jag komma fram till san francisco med goda mod.

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