weswilson | Dec. 31st, 2002

I'd love to have some dear, touching, and wonderfully optimistic post about the coming year, but I'm just not hip to the jive. I do hope everyone out there has a great night, and I do hope I get a few phone calls and text messages tonight. I've heard about a few nifty get togethers, and I'll probably wander around downtown dropping cover charges left and right. Afterwards? Who knows... I've heard of a few nifty events, and I might even invite people back to my place.

The world seems very small and sad to me... for the first time in my life... I really wish there was some kind of soma to get me through this, but I guess I'll just have to settle for feigned joie de vivre and a little empathic energy transfer. I'm sure a few drinks and a night making some good money will lift my spirits... I just wish I could pick out a pair of socks without feeling nihilistic.

My heart goes out to those with joyous nights... tuck a little magic into the air for me... I'd really like to find it later.