Wednesday, Apr. 20, 2005 - 8:03 p.m.
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway...
I'm packing for New York and I have my NYC soundtrack CD playing. I'm not sure why I'm bothering to pack any clothes because they're mostly all old and manky I'm hoping to replenish it all with the fantastically crashing dollar-to-pound. I was just reading the NYC Style City book and there seems to be no way that 5 days will begin to sate my lust and it is evident to me now that the only thing I can do is emigrate.Maybe someone will marry me. Erica did they legalise same-sex marriages in the end? Fancy it?
Today at work I was humming 'Moody Chops' to myself to try to cheer myself out of the eponymous state (it half-worked) as my mood was obviously palpable to those around me. J said, 'is it just one of those days?' and I thought, well where do you want me to start? Oh if only I could lie and say 'yes, fear not' but I compromised with 'oh, you know, one of those lifetimes' instead of what I really wanted to say, which was, 'I'm right looking forward to New York of course but it's not going to change my life and my life needs to change, at the very least this godforsaken job needs to change and yet the little self-confidence I have in anything to earn me money is being daily rubbed out by this dross that I have to do.' But I didn't say that to him because he has to do the same job as I do and that wouldn't be fair.
Oooohhhhhhh, you're a native New Yorker.... (singing helps, doesn't it?)