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January 02, 2002  

happy fuckin' new year

after september 11, i wondered...i think we all wondered...if we would even be here to see 2002...but here we are...here but by the grace of "someone" who thinks we deserve it. i'm not so sure that we do....

resolutions? nope. i hate new year's resolutions. they're so damned cliched. plus, it's not as if i make up my mind to do something only once a year.

despite the dawn of another year—and the fact that we even made it to this point—this doesn't really feel like any kind of a "new beginning". i have the same job, and all the stress and drama and exhaustion that accompany it, and there's no end to that in sight. i have the same family drama (tho at least i've written and sent THE LETTER, and await its impact and outcome...). as a country, it just feels like we're somewhere in the middle of some shit that doesn't make sense, some shit over which we have no control, some shit that's difficult to see past. if only it were as simple as finding and assassinating osama bin laden. i still can hardly believe that so many people see that as an end to the trouble, an end to this "war on terrorism".

it is all so overwhelming. but even i can cut loose once in awhile and just enjoy my life. i actually had a great time on new year's eve. we stayed home, and sherri came over, and we ended up drinking labatt's and partaking of the "hiliter" and listening to music (jay z and dmx)...and acting like fools, dancing thru the living and dining rooms, scaring the bejesus outta kala and harper lee (the cats). THEN s got out her guitar, and it was over! those 2 together are just crazy...a comedy duo of epic proportions. a coupla years ago, who would have ever thought we could all hang together?? they're the two people on this planet whom i cherish most, and chillin' with them both together is one of my very favorite things in life. i really am very lucky....

i guess, as always, it's about balance...remembering (and being thankful for) what brings me joy, as well as staying aware of everything that doesn't. i just need to keep it all in perspective.
4:25 PM

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