there are five stacks of CDs beside my chair, nine open windows on my desktop and 10 star lights twinkling above my head. my head is spinning mp3s, i’m swimming in guitar riffs, my stomach is doing triple flips to the beat of the drums,
and i think i want to dance.
january is two days shy of being a memory, and i have never been so happy to tear the page off a calendar. if i had to make a list of the bad things that happened versus the good, i’m sure the good would win. i didn’t lose my job or my home or people who love me, but i did get my annual oh-god-what-am-i-doing-with-my-life panic attack and i did take a wrong turn down painful memory lane and, oh yeah, there is still a hole in my living room ceiling.
i don’t suppose the day of the week or the month of the year can really change much, but i still like the idea of empty pages and clean slates. there’s hope for you yet, 2002.