As I contemplate the changing of the years, it is hard not to be overcome with regrets of 2009, soon to be cemented in history. I tell myself: the "year" is an arbitrary demarcation of time. The discontinuity between 12/31 and 1/1 is totally illusory. Right? Yes. Yes.
And then I realized: THIS is why people drink on New Year's Eve.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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