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I had my little going away thing today, after spending all day at my mostly empty office (and stepping out for a haircut which I fear is too short).

And it's strange, everything really. It's been such an exhausting year for me, all I've been thinking about it getting the fuck out of town. Screw NIDA, screw all the reasons I think Austraiia will feel like someplace I've forgotten -- I've just wanted to get out of town and January 24 felt far too soon to come back, and now it feels so long to be gone, because it is a rule of the universe that curiosities present themselves at those times when they can least be addressed.

Strange night. Lots of possibility and lots of sad, and people turning up the sound on TV's in public when I was much younger always used to feel like these critical community moments. But these days it's jut tiring and awful and you start to wonder How many times can the world end?

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Kat burned me the greatest CD ever.

First of all, it has a lot of Pulp on it. Why? Why didn't I understand sooner? Brilliant, and totally in keeping with the Franz Ferdinand/Scissor Sisters pseudo glam rock universe of evil. Spectacular.

But the other thing, that has me crazy jazzed because it has me wanting to write original material in a vein I've never written in before is this collection of songs she's been discovering that mostly involve girls cutting their hair off and going to sea and/or war. It's exactly the sort of stuff that I have faint memories of listening to when I was little, when I thought my family was Irish because we listened to so much Irish music. And anyway, it's madly brilliant and makes the day better.