fuck this New Year's thing, man, I'm going back to bed

[kleenexwoman]

I have a headache. I wrote a huge entry about the party which is not really about the party per se but what I thought about in a fifteen-minute span while I was there, and it's on my laptop. You get it when I get to Dad's tonight.

The end-of-the-year retrospective seems to be popular on friendslist. I can't remember a thing I did this year. Help me out here.

[Poll #644167]

Good. I'm going to go lie down.

Comments

[he-dreams-awake.livejournal.com]

Hey, you. I'd love to grab you on AIM tonight. There are... a few really important things I need/want to talk to you about. [Nothing bad, don't worry.] I think you've come, in my mind, to already being one of 'the Council' -- I see your posts and find myself gravitating toward speaking to you, asking your advice, wanting to hear your opinions. One of the Twelve. I told you once how valued you are...

And you introduced me to Philip K. Dick, leading to many insights, much thrill, a great deal of mind-cramping and an entrance into a select group of author fans who might just be the people whose minds are open just that tiny little sliver more.

Tiny little. Redundant much? I know you're tired, but I haven't slept... either. We should institute a club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: You DO NOT TALK ABOUT... Hmm. insomniacs_alliance. [If that works, it's taken. If not -- insomniacs_alliance. Heh. *shakes head.* I popped my shoulder out again last night -- see teh Triad's post, which she wanted you to look at anyway (http://www.livejournal.com/community/for_zion/71779.html) -- and I am SO damn tired.



Have I wasted enough comment space yet?

Happy New Year, btw. See my poll answers.

[tophet-perish.livejournal.com]

ha, I toltally predicted booty