The kittens continue to be inopportunely cute. It must stop, it must stop!

I feel like I have more to say tonight, but it’s just because I just cleaned the apartment and this always leaves me feeling slightly giddy. Finished The 8th Confession. It was alright, but it begins to feel like a slightly boring reality TV show, these Women’s Murder Club books. I chalk it up to James Patterson being a man and not knowing how to write a likeable female character.

I mean, cause he’s only a best-selling author and I’m an expert on that sort of thing.

Almost 30! I don’t like the creakiness that accompanies one more year, but I am not really dreading it. This 30 business is coming at a good time – I think I’m all done with being a young adult. Such a posturing, jostled decade, one’s twenties. Good riddance, I say!