New Year's Eve (or morning, now: it's 12.41)
2006 is here.
I made the not particularly well thought out decision to stay home. 12.42 now. But not particularly regrettable.
"Not another year in this world," I said. The TV was on. I was laughing into my hands.
Happy birth-- I said as I kissed my dad on the cheek. I was about to say "Happy birthday."
Happy new year, I meant. Happy new year.