I am having box freak out. I will go to the booze stores tomorrow morning (cause it's recycling day!). Maybe they will have EXTRA boxes because it is a drinky holiday today. What do I know though, I am wearing the ususal purple.

My sweater is getting pilly, uh oh! It needs a wash, or HAHA a blocking. I will have ample drying space soon. And speaking of knitting, I met some more DJs last night, and they both said to me "oh! You're the girl whose article is hanging in the lounge" and I thought that was very nice of them. It is amusing what levels of exposure I am willing to engage in: Newspaper, ok, webcam, ok. but oh my god forced singing on air CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE (this brought on by the "I am Iraq/ a rock" shenanigans being rebroadcast on air this afternoon. I sort of want to die. The Japanese TV was embarrassing too. I guess it comes down to this. Even though I have a "urgh, I'm getting big" kneejerk reaction to many pictures of me, I do easily get over it and therefore think I look muuuuuuch better than I sound. I look hot but sound stupid.