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A. Must move stuff out of apartment by Saturday at noon.

B. Settle immediate social business in New York.

C. Figure out how long I can realistically be away for.

D. Return to MA at some point in the next week to force myself into creative isolated thinking bubble that can only be interrupted by a potential…

E. Trip to family’s lake house in NH with boyfriend and boyfriend’s dog, where…

1. I will work on my script in the study whilst gazing out the window to
2. observe boyfriend’s brawny arms swinging an axe and chopping wood out in the yard (must also come up with reason for this to happen).
3. coerce boyfriend into plaid flannel button-down-based wardrobe (regardless of weather) for the duration of the trip
4. throw sticks into the lake for the dog to retrieve and take dog for lengthy woods walks
5. impress chef boyfriend with (carefully plotted) cooking skills
6. sit on the deck at sunset and eat crab legs… wait, hes vegan (do they make soy faux crab legs?)….
7. rethink menu?
8. let him cook, as per usual. but we’ll still eat outside, overlooking the lake.

I think these are the kind of daydreams only suburban-raised urban-enslaved people are capable of.

But Im ok with it.

So today, in the middle of coming to a stop at an intersection, the truck I was borrowing from my step dad broke down. But you know what the most frustrating part of it was? The fucking radio wouldn’t stop playing The Black Eyed Peas.

I’m watching Douglas Sirk’s lovely 1955 film ‘All That Heaven Allows’. It’s one of my favorites. But let me just say that I’ll be damned if I ever gave up my smoking hot (albeit closeted homosexual) younger fiancé and the old sawmill he renovated into a kickass love nest just because Ive got two bitchy kids and a bunch of stuffy old coots as my friends. Get out of town. Seriously.