So, another year comes to an end. So much has happened for me in 2002 -- I think it's safe to say that this was a life-changing year for me. I can only hope that I made the right move, and I think I did. I won't bother with a "year in review," since that'd just take too long and would be fairly redundant since the information of what happened is all here anyways.

In a way, New Year's Eve is very anti-climactic. I don't have any plans to go out and do anything tonight, and I'm okay with that. It's just another day and, as one of my roommates noted when I said this to him, it's an ordeal to try to get plans together. I mean, if someone calls me up or comes by our apartment and invites me out, I won't say no, and I've learned that things just kind of come together anyways, but I won't be upset if nothing does come together. My head's so turned around as far as what day it is that you could probably very easily convince me it's an idle Thursday in September.

So, a happy, healthy and productive new year to all of you. I'll conclude this year with the chorus from a song that seems to sum up pretty well my life from the past 12 months (and, oddly enough, I was singing in my dream last night):

Well, I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog so I could see the Mississippi on her knees
I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys
I woke up in a car...

-- Something Corporate, "I Woke Up in a Car"