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I'm a few days late on this, as I was far away from internet all day on Friday and most of the weekend, so happy belated birthday unscrambled!

( everybody loves a montage! )

I ask him very nicely if he'd like a cup of tea

So, I'm reading a description of a porn movie (shocking, I know) and the title of the movie is Cream and Coffee #7, so I'm sure you can guess the theme of the plot, i.e. sex pairings, and if not, well, frankly I'm surprised you kept reading after I said the word "porn". But anyway the opening line for the film synopsis was "do you like sugar in your coffee and whiskey in your tea?" Upon first reading this almost made sense, but then I stopped and thought, waaaaaait a minute. What is whiskey in your tea? I mean, other than a tasty warm beverage on a cold winter afternoon? Also, did they really mean 'sugar' in my coffee? I guess that kinda works too, it's just almost borderline original so I assumed its a misprint.

I watched Snakes on a Plane today while eating lunch. It was ridiculous, but had some fun moments for a B-grade horror/disaster flick. The attempt at a subplot was pretty hilarious, especially when they caught one of the 'bad guys' and interrogated him, he just confirmed what they already knew. I almost felt a little guilty because I was going to watch Volver but chose this instead. I'll look at Volver this weekend when I'm more focused.

I completed Day One of my writing challenge. My brain has been doing all these surprising things lately, like new parts of it are waking up after having been asleep or turned off for awhile.

Everyday I keep looking at things in my house and realizing I don't need them and I can let them go. I'm just not quite motivated enough to bag it all up and purge. One bag/box at a time should maybe be my goal. I'm even giving away one of my turntables, which has been sitting in a drawer since I moved into this apartment. I have no qualms about letting it go, especially since its going to a good home. But today on the train, I was remembering when I first ordered the equipment seven years ago, at this exact time, with my tax refund. And coming home from work to the pile of boxes in the foyer, carrying them all up the stairs and setting them up on the floor of the back sunroom where I kept my desk and books. I started collecting and buying records before I had something to play them on. I can't remember the first piece of vinyl I played. I do remember it was through headphones because I didn't have proper speakers.

It doesn't really matter though. Which is how I know I've really let objects go. They stop mattering.