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It is the most beatiful day ever outside, the type that reminds you that sometimes New York can be paradise too. I walked from 26th and Broadway home and have to go out and do errands again soon. I look great, despite not having slept enough and still being a bit under the weather -- if I could do my listick like this every day I would rule the world, but better than that people do doubletakes at me, like I'm supposed to be a celebrity or something, as opposed to this tired struggling chick wandering about making up new words to random Pulp songs she only remembers the tunes of. All our random flowering trees are in bloom, and while thinking about how the whole Farmer's Market scene in Union Square reminded me of Sydney I realized they don't have these trees, and it made me think that for my strange weighted map of the world how goddamn far New York City is from everything else too. All a very bittersweet beautiful sad Ricky Fitts sort of a day that reminds me of all my strange talismanic places and all their lovely benches. I may go sit in the park with the new Steve Erickson book and La Boheme on the discman soon. New York's not a bad place to live in exile, at least, when it's not winter. Oh man, the relief I feel right now....