I should feel excited. I know that. But more than ever I feel lost. At least last year I had Mandy and Jess to sort of anchor me in some sense of normalcy, however chaotic our living situation was at times. Now I just have me and that's really scary.

People keep saying to me: "I can't believe you're living alone. I could never do that. I'd go crazy. I'd be depressed." Etcetera, etcetera.

Yes. Thanks. That makes me feel great about the whole thing.

There's no doubt in my mind that I can do it. I can always do it, get through it, whatever. That's just what I'm all about. I'm just afraid that despite the fact that I can endure it I won't actually like it.

I'm also going to be cat-less for at least a little while, and that makes me more sad. It might sound nuts to any of you non-cat lovers, but a cat is a really good room mate. You can chat, you can hang out, you can ignore each other, you can argue. I need a cat. I'm not sure what I'll have to do with it if/when I come home for the summer. I just know I need a cat.

My computer is fucked so I have no idea when I'll actually be taking pictures again. The city usually inspires me, though. Maybe I'll actually buy a memory card soon.

Eghhh. Even though I have a million things to do still all I feel like doing is laying around and doing nothing.