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Mar 26, 2005 10:43

I am amazed at the difference ten milligrams of medicine can make.

It seems like I don't get days to myself anymore, days where I can take care of things I want to take care of, knowing I have time to get other projects done, not having to stress or feel guilty about just sitting, writing, thinking.

I love living here. I love that everything I could ever want to get to is connected by mass transit. I love that I can, with an unlimited metrocard and 'suggested donations,' go to the Met, a medieval castle, the natural history museum, planetarium, Central Park, and a plethora of other places. I have access to a three story library of the performing arts. I can look at any script, score or video of almost any show ever done. For $10 I can go see the NYCB, the Met opera, or a Carnegie Hall performance. I know how to see a Broadway show for $20 and some patience. I know that the best, greasiest pizza is at 71st and Columbus, and isn't listed in most tour books. Right now, I could with one phone call get any kind of food I wanted delivered to my doorstep: chinese, pizza, lebanese, thai, indian, japanese sushi, barbecue, soul, mcdonald's, or even just groceries. I love Fairway. I like that I get to see Tony Danza and Linda Fiorentino and David Hyde Pierce on an almost daily basis. I like that "going to see a movie" can mean the recent box office releases, the independant films, foreign films, black and whites, or some unheard-of film festival. I love that there are a million and one things that I've yet to discover, museums I've yet to visit, dives I've yet to hang out at, broadway and off-broadway and off-off-broadway shows I've yet to see, street markets I haven't shopped and landmarks I haven't been to.

I love self-indulgent gloating, apparently.
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