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Guess that's the answer to whether I should bother here anymore.

In other news, I feel utterly gross today. Too much coffee this morning, and I don't really drink coffee anymore. Meh. My body hates me right now.

My 26th birthday is in a few days. Not nearly as stressed about this one as I was about the last one. I've come to be comfortable with the idea of being an adult. I have projects galore that I'd work on if I could find the time or the head space, making money, saving money, sleeping next to a beautiful man every night, and (mostly) being responsible. I still want to play, and wish I had more time to do so, but I feel like less of a failure most of the time. Plenty of writing to do, and even video projects we're working on (maybe in a couple of years that camera will even pay for itself).

That hat that I'm wearing in the picture is almost a year old and hasn't really been worn. I should do something about that. Also, I should have new pictures, but, well, that's sorta what I look like. The boy and I were discussing pictures these days, and I really think that the rise of the digital camera and the camera phone has somehow led to the lack of actual, physical pictures to put in a scrapbook or an album or hang on the wall. Having a sister who is a month away from a photo degree should help, but it doesn't when she lives in another state.

If anyone wants to buy me a birthday present, any one of these will do. So cute. I also still need hot pink boxing gloves, kids.