New Year, Old Thoughts

Feels very odd that less thanforty-eighthours ago I was drunk on champagne screaming at a flashing ball dropping on my friend’sTV. Now I’m very blearily sitting at my computer trying to put together some sort of game plan for the new year.

I’m not very big on temporal markings. I hate birthdays and a lot of holidays just serve to remind me that time is passing and I can’t stop it. It’s fun.

New Year’s I generally like and I can get behind the notion of it being a brand new year and all of that....