New Year's Eve found me warm and cosy in bed comforter wrapped tightly round and thick thick book in hand whiling the time away. And as midnight struck (I didn't see the time but I'm guessing it was midnight), heard the fireworks clapping like thunder outside, I always think it's thunder the first few seconds and I'll think 'oh, rain' buthen the occasion sinks in and I peep out to catch glimpse of the lights.

Couldn't see any this year so I crawled back into bed and wrapped the comforter around tighter.

I think my mom was out later than I was. O_o

Lately been feeling so exhausted and basically... old. And bored. It's like I go through life watching it through a plastic screen like some badly directed B-grade movie. Terrible plot, unconvincing acting, a little too much melodrama. Coincidences a little too much for comfort.

I feel so old even truths don't hurt as much as they used to! I'll be all, 'oh...' and carrying on.

Is this a quarter-life crisis? I hope so. Nothing is so final as finding out this is all there is to life.

In happier news, and this one is for the persistent brother in chilly UK, my cat has grown super fat and heavy! If you didn't know him, you'd have thunk he was a pregnant lady-cat! I constantly hit his flabs as a friendly reminder of his very round girth. He'll meow in protest and lazily get to another spot but I'll just follow him and wiggle his belly like... like jelly!

Yea, fat cats make life a little funnier.