Laundry & Possessions.

I've been going through an inventory of clothing, running nearly every last piece through the washer and dryer and sorting it out into three categories: Keep, Sell, and Give. Personally, I have entirely too much miscellaneous clothing, identical shirts, misleading outfits, the like. I'm going to cultivate myself a wardrobe for respectable business for this new year. Outfits of "hey, give me a job, you'll like me. I promise." It's an exciting and prospectable path to follow along, I believe. Prodigious. I'm very hopeful for success. Perhaps for the first honest time in my life.

I believe that to be the honest truth. I'm excited for the future.

About time. I thought I would entirely miss that Twenties Whimsy-of-Uncanny-Progress-through-Procrastination-and-Sheer-Luck Age. Or that nasty prospect of approaching a quarter-of-a-century birthing. Strange days ahead. Strange and weirdsome.