09 SEPT 2005. FRIDAY. 07:43PM.
Hmmm, its been almost 6 days and i still haven't returned to the world of the sane and living. I feel like i'm fluey, but i don't get the full-blown symptoms. I crave for yoghurt brekkie, lunch and dinner and sometimes i can still smell the streets of times square. What does it all mean? Am i going thru' post-holiday withdrawals? Consciously i'm not fretting ... cause this girl is jumping back on the plane in 5 weeks' time heading for melbourne. It will be a HUUUGGEEE gals weekend getaway, with a wedding and plenty of high street shopping to squeeze in. What a big year of travelling for someone who still regards moving to perth as one big holiday that hasn't ended. Oh and there's me ass-kissing in manhattan. This happened just before we hit Borders bookstore to read freebie magazines while drinking chilled lemonade. I love american bookshops cause they let you take their books (my preference is trash mags) to the cafe to read while you eat/drink/pretend to be waiting for someone to arrive and not give you dirty looks when you walk out empty handed 'cos everyone does it!
Pssst! if you didn't know, photos have been added on this site.
