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[Jul. 10th, 2004|08:33 am]
Waking up at 6am on a saturday morning is actually kind of nice. The weather was gorgeous out, cool and breezy, and, well, it's early saturday morning and nobody's around so it's tremendously, wonderfully quiet.

Which was good because the screaming baby from the plane was still echoing in my ears as I tried to go to sleep last night. It started to freak me out, I was almost literally hallucinating implacably wailing babies. But eventually I got to sleep somehow.

I moved a suitcase full of stuff over to the new apartment this morning: just books and clothes. Not like I'm going to get all moved in at this rate (going to enlist some help for that, hopefully) but at least it's a start, and a symbolic gesture towards the reality of having to get my ass in gear and get stuff done as well.

Walked over to Ritter's after that. I don't know how to explain how intensely I appreciate boring, familiar food. Pancakes and eggs and a cup of tea in one of those little ceramic diner coffee mugs, all of it with too much syrup and butter and sugar on, was so good. Oh man. Mmm.