The city that never sleeps, here I come.
In two days that is.
Almost packed, not yet famous. Filled with anticipation yet there's a knot forming in my stomach over having to spend a grueling many many hours on the plane. Almost 22 hours of being cramped in that tiny seat besides other equally cramped and possibly aggravated Americans and tourists like myself.
Life is good?
Not much else on the reporting front besides more lounging and lazying the days and nights away brain-numbing myself on E! News and the Daily 10.
Umm. I checked my eyes and I don't need new glasses. That's good news.
I'm very into making lists these few days too fueled partially by the whole New York trip. Lists include New York Hot Spots, Touristy NY Places to Hit, Shopping Checklist, Souvenirs and Gifts for People, Things to do before returning to Melbourne, and such and such.
Just to keep my occupied I suppose.
Oh and if only there was a working time machine that I could use to transport the very dashing Al Pacino during his Godfather movie days to present time.
It'll be funny and sad to watch the past Al look at current Al and think,
"Shit, that's what I look like thirty years on! Screw aging!"
If life imitated art. If only.
