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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Sunday, February 15, 2004

I spent a large portion of the day sifting through the ruins of all the boxes that I brought down from Maine. The boxes of letters and notes and memories, etc...

I can safely say that I probably have the majority of the letters ever written to me. I even have copies of some of the ones that I wrote. Greeting cards have been filtered and thrown away accordingly.

Basically when it's all said and done I have a vertitable archive of my former self. Some of it makes me cringe but most of it makes me giggle.

I could just transcribe all of them here and never have to write a new or original idea again.

I also found my Madonna archives which will enable me to someday show my children that she was infact, relevant at one point in time.

Meanwhile, Gilly's attempt to fix the leaky bathtub faucet had resulted in a somewhat extensive overhaul. Home Depost is closed and Lowes doesn't have the part that he needs. It looks like I won't be taking a shower in the morning before I go to the dentist. URGH. That gives me an excuse to sleep a little later!

posted by JustKeepMum on 7:05 PM