Today is the last day of my 20s. Egad!

I'm not sure how I feel about turning 30. This year has been a very strange one, and now that we're about midway through 2004, I can definitely say that it will go down in my memoirs as "the year that I turned 30 and was otherwise all angsty and weird."

Last night my friend asked me what kind of food I liked. As in, if you had your dream dinner, what would be on the plate. I came up with two basic food groups: a) Lobster, fresh oysters and fried clams, and b) pizza and beer. The former items are virtually impossible to find in Prague without mortgaging a body part, while the latter is more comfort food than birthday food.