I'm headed off to Philadelphia this weekend, to see some friends and generally enjoy the freedom of exploring another city. Not that I don't feel free to explore New York, but it's nice to leave every once in a while. I'd been thinking about making this trip for quite a while now, putting it off for several reasons, but decided I just needed to buckle down and do it.

I'm taking tomorrow (later today) off work - in the morning I need to do laundry, go to the post office and mail some long overdue checks (oops!!), possibly get a manicure (though it probably won't happen), get my shoes fixed, and try to meet up for lunch with Charles. And pack. Oh my...

I was supposed to do my laundry this evening after work, but I ended up having dinner with Lindsay, then heading to a bar briefly to send well wishes to a co-worker who's leaving, and then introducing myself to another co-worker, at which point he invited me out for dinner (#2?) and drinks with his friends - ended up staying out later than I thought I would, but also kind of feeling a sweet release from the agitation I've pent up lately. I got home at midnight, a little tipsy and plenty tired... but I feel like I should probably get a head start on packing. In a minute.

Do you ever kind of just let life take you on its winding, whirlwind course, then suddenly stop and catch your breath and realize you don't know how you got where you ended up? Yeah, I'm kinda there. This weekend will be good for me, I need to let the city go on without me for a couple days so that when I come back I'll be able to fit myself back in the way that I'd intended to.

So the project for this weekend is to decide what it is that I intend...