Only a couple more days till my vacation! I'm so excited I can barely stand it! It's been months since I've seen my friend Jewel; even longer since I've seen sweet little Thelly. It's going to be so nice to hang out with a good friend, pet a pretty, pretty cat, get her high on catnip and feed her Pounce, get out of town, see and do something completely different than I usually do. So nice to not have to worry about work, or homework for class. Even though class is fun, it's going to be nice to have a break in between the creative writing class and the memoir writing class.

In other news, I'm going through that urge again. That urge to purge! I've been purging at home for the past few months - clothes, shoes, stamps, general crap, etc. Now, the urge is flowing over into my web spaces. This happens all the time. This same dilemma goes through my head every few months or so - what should I keep and what should I throw away? Should I just scrap it all and start over from scratch? Sometimes I think I should just do it - delete, delete, delete! - and end the internal debate for good. But then I think of all the time and energy and little bits of me I've put in here, and I'm afraid to destroy it. Like I'm afraid I'll kill a little part of myself in the process.

Oh, how sad is that that I've become so defined by my website? That I feel it's so much a part of me that I'll feel some actual twinge of pain or sorrow if it suddenly didn't exist? Actually, it's happened before - a couple years ago, in fact, when I was again debating what to do about my journal - when Crosswinds crashed, and I lost almost all of my year 2000 journal entries and my personal website. It was devestating but cleansing at the same time. I bitched and moaned and felt sorry for myself for a while, but then, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I moved on. Now, I feel like that's what I need again. As much as I like self-portrait.net, maybe I should let it go. Dump it. Destroy it.

I don't know.

Reading: Nothing right now, although I plan on taking the recently purchased The Lovely Bones along on my vacation next week.

Classic Book: Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens.

Previously: Animal Farm by George Orwell.

Listening to: Nothing.

Writing: Nothing. Tonight is the last session of the creative writing class I'm taking. In some ways I'll miss it, but it'll be nice to have a break from the homework! At least until the next class starts!

Gratitude: Cleaning out stuff.