I feel like a month just flat out disappeared. Is that what happened? I mean, last thing I know, I'm back from Toronto, preparing to move apartments, trying to get to New York Film Festival press screenings, and suddenly ... it's November 1. I suppose moving, buying a bunch of stuff for the new apartment, overbooking myself with screenings and theater, the IFP Market, a promotion at work and learning that my new apartment is "officially" an electric deathtrap (while further learning that NYC "code" for circuits, outlets and the like is something that I've never seen in any NYC rental apartment that I nor anyone I know has ever lived in!) all may have some influence on the fact that October 2007 will for a long time remain one big blur.
It's amazing how unsettled and utterly discombobulated I become from an apartment move. By no means do I think I'm unique; picking-up ones life and moving it is a disruption regardless of the distance, but I think I manage to handle it all particularly poorly. I still don't know where plenty of the things I need are. Searching for them haphazardly by rummaging through boxes is -- as I should know all-to-well in my 36 years of life and well-over 15 moves -- not particularly efficient. And so, lots of things have fallen by the wayside.
And yet, through it all, I have found a wee bit of time to play several Scrabulous games, getting my ass particularly handed to me on a platter by my porn magazine editor friend! See, who said porn mags aren't about words and stories!