December 28, 2003

• Tomorrow I am flying away!

  
  

  Sagebrush and open skies, here I come. I have this intuition that something profoundly good is about to happen when I set foot on desert soil again. I have this vision of sitting in the middle of nowhere, beneath the stars  on New Year’s, under a juniper shadow with a bottle of champagne. Good omens, huzzah.

  
  

  There are things I must do to prepare:

  
  

  
  
  • wrap gifts
    
  • make dinner
    
  • pack my pajamas
    
  • make sure i have clean undies
    
  • and clean socks
    
  • tidy up my room
    
  • plot out every millisecond of the trip/airplane ride
    
  • make gratuitous lists
    
  • panic
    
  • send my itinerary to my dad
    
  • imagine elaborate scenarios in which I am thwarted/detained/  flamboozled at the airport
    
  • eat extra breakfast
    
  • remember my toothbrush
    
  • suffer denial of my immenent departure
    
  • buy scotch tape
    
  • daydream about plane crashes
    
  • find something to read on the plane, while it crashes
    
  • bring sudafed (because i am still sick)
    
  • pack, unpack, repack, unpack again, and repack an extra sweater
    
  • how cold is it in Sannafay?
    
  • angst over which coat to bring, and mittens
    
  • decide i don’t need a coat! it’s the goddamned desert!
    
  • check the weather. again.
    
  • procrastinate
    
  • buy candy bars to stash in my carry-on
    
  • decide to bring really warm coat.
    
  • get sleep

  
  

  ooo, so piskyted.  kisses for B, soon. purr.

  • 4:52 pm
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