I'm glad I did not turn into a boy yesterday. I don't think I would have liked it very much at all. I was torn between laughing and feeling so sorry for people on the Network yesterday. I hope everyone is back to themselves and feeling better.

I know I'm happy. I have two wonderful jobs and wonderful friends and a wonderful housemate and the most ever wonderful home I could ever imagine. I've been here almost eight months and they've been the best eight months that I think I've had since my mother... well, since then.

If I was in a myth or a legend, there would have been a prophecy. You know, like 'In the middle of her 22nd year the chosen one will live in a place of true myths, inside a hill, a place where gods still walk the streets, and there she will...' whatever great thing it is the chosen one is supposed to accomplish.

But I don't think I have much to accomplish.

Though there are some questions I would like to have answers to.