January 06, 2003 | 10:49 PM

I wonder what I'll be doing exactly a year from tonight?

Will I be sitting in this very same apartment on this very same computer typing a stupid diary entry on gossip land (I always loved that term, Josh)

Or maybe I'll be making out with a lover on a bus in San francisco

Or shelling peas on somebody's farm

Or rehearsing a tap dance number for a local musical

Or weaving a basket in the funny farm.

I am finding it hard to conceive of a future right now.

But I didn't eat anything today until 6 0' clock when I finally caved.

That's OK. I'll do better tomorrow.