I feel slightly past the straddled stage (child vs adult), and I like it. There's much more self assurance. I blame 25. But I most enjoy this age. But also we cannot forget that it's Friday, so my spirits are falsely high. I can't picture my life in 10 years. At all. Only ideas of what I'd like most. It's going to be a nice, quiet weekend.

I'm going to try to make some sort of pear, goat cheese, spinach, and bacon concoction tomorrow. And then try to find some pants. And then read. Yeah.

Night.