December 31, 2003
Auld Lang Syne
For me, 2003 will be the year when I stopped talking about being a writer and decided to finally write. With any luck, 2004 will see some payoff for all these hours I've spent typing lies about people who don't exist, to borrow a phrase from another writer. How was your year? What are your hopes for the next one? I don't party much on New Year's Eve. It's too cold and I find drunken crowds to be obnoxious. Instead, I tend to get a bit reflective, thinking about the experiences I've had, the people who have left my life and the people who have entered into it. For me, New Year's is not so much about new beginnings as it is about the transient nature of human existence.
But that doesn't mean I don't like a good party. Last-minute invitations are always welcome (hint, hint). If nothing else, send me a virtual kiss at midnight.
Drive safe, kids.
Posted by wintermute2_0 at December 31, 2003 02:50 PM
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Smoochies and a Happy New Year to you, from Tucson.
Posted by: Janice at December 31, 2003 11:08 PM
Happy New Year, Mark - may it be shiny.
Posted by: Katja at January 1, 2004 12:24 PM