Well, its now 2002. Don't know what to say, really. The past year has been one of my more fucked up indeed. Some good things have come out of it (I started writing poetry again) and some bad things came out of it (mostly in the form of nasty old habits returning). Like I say, old habits lie hard in wait. I will forever have the marks of this year on me. It won't be forgotten. If I could do it all over again, though, there are few things I would change. Guess I'm a glutton for punishment. Eh, that'll be the end of this rambling post. You all have a good 2002, and take care. This hungry, slightly inebriated Cy is going to sleep. Adios.