2004 is turning out so weird! Yet I have a good feeling about it. Or maybe I am just feeling happy as a defence against packing and related errands. I think this year I will get back into a size 10, though. And I'll get to learn how to download things! And show the interweb world photos of my kittycats! Because that's what we all need, more kittie pix.

Then again, isn't 28 supposed to be a weird year? Or I guess that's next year for me.

I wonder if I can sell enough 70s tv show novels and knitwear to finance a trip abroad this summer. I haven't been to London in over two years, and previously, the most I have gone between trips is fifteen months. Thinking about it still makes me feel like a complete fuckup though.