It seems like almost every day I come up with something else that I think I might like to do with the rest of my life. This is problematic because I need to pick one and stick with it, goddammit. Yesterday I thought about becoming a veterinarian. I mean, I love kitties, and I'm good at biology... but that's like 6 years of schooling. Today my idea is to be a handbag designer. this is a little more reasonable, given my recent obsession with fashion combined with my always obsession with design.

I came up with at least six concepts for handbags while waiting for my tea to boil.