Tonight, after being dropped off at home and washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went outside and took a look at the stars. There's been a string of clear nights recently, but I think the time matters too. Two-thirty in the morning is dark in a way midnight can't ever be.
It's the new year, by the way. We were over at Hannah's tonight, celebrating the occasion by eating, gambling, watching movies, detonating small amounts of explosive, and so forth. I suppose it's good that I now have some idea of how poker's played. Unhappily, however, Arfenhouse isn't suited for the masses. It was a good party, folk music notwithstanding, and I'm so tired that I'll be asleep in a matter of minutes.
The way I write, one might get the impression that I was actually paying attention to that stuff. I apologize for the deception. Maybe this should be a private blog, but why bother? I don't need an outlet, to vent or spew about things; I'm more or less content keeping them to myself - well, and also to her, of course. So there probably won't be much writing backed by feeling here, not while the only feelings I've got are so personal, and so irrelevant to nearly everyone else.
posted on Thursday, January 01, 2004
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