As I'm finishing up at work (I came in late today), I had a few thoughts about seasons and periods during the year. Once Christmas comes and goes, it feels like everyone is in zombie mode going through the motions of living life until inevitably New Years arrives. I'm perking up from my end-of-the-year stupor, but I'm more inclinded to call it a the-entire-fucking-year stupor.

Last day of the year. I need to do a year-in-review or re-cap, especially for the last few months. December alone has been marred by exploritory sex, disappointing trips to Ft. Lauderdale, and fickle, flakey men.

Goodbye 2003, you won't be missed. Here's to 2004 - I feel it will really be my year. Ok, now that I've declared that, watch I'm struck and killed tonight (I hope not - someone knock on a woody for me).