oh oh oh oh, oh-six

so i have mushmind this afternoon? i've been staring at the screen for at least fifteen minutes, not blank of thoughts but considerably and surely absent of words. i think i stared out the window for thirty minutes preceeding staring at the computer screen. perhaps it's club bart breakfast food coma. really, truly, it's the best place for breakfast in detroit. erh, ferndale. we win. oscillating between couch break/nap and work. can't write blog but can work? not likely.

straight-forwardly, this new year's eve was one of the best in my memory, but i do, remember, have a horrendous memory. something about the holiday historically makes me nervous, uptight, unsure. no, you certainly wouldn't know. it's something to do with the formalities involved. something? something about a build up and a let down. is that just one giant metaphor for the entire holiday? for the year? passed the eve with all the close friends [except unfortunately jeanne, there in spirit!], the very good ones. shed a baby tear in the advent of durgan's parting. there was newness, much welcome. woke to some sort of rebirth courtesy of the weather. like a gentle religion dressed itself up, posing as springtime on new year's day. this year i will be stronger, happier "in spite of."