2002 feels rather similar to 2001. i'll be writing the wrong dates on everything for months now. and to say that i had a hangover this morning would not do justice to the total disintegration of mind, body, and spirit one experiences after a bottle of peachtree schnapps and three hours of sleep. we danced, we sang, we drank in excess, and the next morning we all went to breakfast at the diner. your typical new year's eve party i suppose, except that i spent it with twelve people that i love dearly, and not everybody can say that about their party plans, right?

clear and detailed memories will come through when i'm not so tired. anyway, some stories are better left untold, at least for public consumption. i took the new year's resolution test, and here's what i got:

should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lange syne... -beatpoetgrrl

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