New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Tuesday, November 25, 2003

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make...

Gil's falling asleep on the couch and he hasn't packed anything. I'm falling asleep on the couch and I packed too much. I have a fear of being stuck in the great white north with nothing to read or do. The invention of the internet and our ability to plug into the electric blue spruce seems to have helped but you can never be too certain. God help me when I run out of yarn!

A hellish day at work not even worth falling asleep at the computer to type about. Though thankfully I am lucky to have friends willing to suffer through my wailing whether over the phone, in person or via e-mail. Thanks!

On the way home in the driver and I were almost pinned between a barricade and an 18 wheeler (we think he fell asleep). All in all it was a pretty normal trip.

RE: Travel...I get the first leg of the trip and there are promises of reliving our golden days of working on the house i.e. a nutritious breakfast of Mickey D's before we get on the road. I predict many many many diet Cokes and lot and lots and lots of trippy 90's pop blaring while I drive, ear grinding metal for most of Maine and Gil's foot glued to the pedal all the while.

I am going to go upstairs and feel guilty about leaving the Monkeys alone, attempt to fall asleep and well, be thankful for having gotten through the day.
posted by JustKeepMum on 12:22 AM