It is 1.25am. I just got home from a absolutely wonderful 'last night in Melbourne' (for like, two weeks, gimme a break..) But ah yeah patheticness aside it was amazing, I had my graduation ceremony this evening that gratuitously fell on the night before my 'big trip', and then afterwards when we'd ditched our robes all the amazing people I'm lucky enough to call my friends went out to a cocktail bar for Cheralyn's birthday, and I had expensive cocktails because I am already in holiday, 'spending money like it's going out of style' mode and it was so fun. It's T-minus 8 hours until I fly half way across the world and my bags are packed I'm ready to go I'm standin' here outside your door - I hate to wake you up to say goodbye... I'm feeling extra lilting because a lovely thing happened to me this evening, which makes me heart flare up again with the musty but not unfamiliar feeling of gladness.
I got home to a perfectly timed package from the Book Depository - 'Girls Like Us' a book that I should have read by now about Carole King and Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon. THE ULTIMATE. That's coming on the plane with my along with a new sketchbook and my toothbrush and stuff. I will be in New York tomorrow night at 9.30pm, just in time hopefully for a bite out to eat. The cocktails that I drunk tonight were called something like 'The Great Leap' which is precisely what is happening in my life right now, emotionally, physically, mentally, metaphorically.. so it was like so symbolic and stuff. Below is my tribute to Donna, New York is below her feet as it will soon be below mine.
I have to go to sleep now.