Folks, it is the new year. Great things are possible. I still feel the excitement of a new year, felt it tonight while downing coffee with Sarah, talking about the past, and seeing the moist dark air outside, the future, and fucking I still feel it. And tomorrow I am going to take this momentum and board a plane out of here, zoom zoom zoom back into Sarasota, and I got to keep the momentum going, keep this hyper pulse under my skin going. We all do. Do you feel it? That energy? Fucking shit, we have to tap into this energy every fucking day. Imagine all of the things we could do, the fantastic feats we would accomplish. Two thousand and three!
Last night, watching the countdown on TV, I was wondering if it would happen, if we would reach midnight. REM lines were sang throughout the day. One of them was. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. And was there to be a world, a life past that midnight, or would we all implode, would Fin flash across a screen somewhere and that be that. I sort of have this feeling whenever I watch that countdown, that it is the end of the world. I don't know what to attribute this to, don't really fucking care either, because it is a new fucking year. 2003. I am alive and aware of this, am human, and you are too, and great things are going to happen. (We are.)