5.34am
Friday
31 December 2004

Oh, we're sinking like stones
All that we fall for
All those places we've grown
All of us are done for

We live in a beautiful world,
We live in a beautiful world,

Hopefully I'll take some time to write a lot of lovely things about my Savannah party time, and about all the people I love down there, and about what's breaking my head lately. Most of it is stuff that I tell myself rationally is dumb and certainly nothing that should be affecting me, but it remains a sticking point and that makes me more frustrated than ever.

Of course I can't be the first control freak that gets pissy because they can't control their own brain.

I actually kinda love the new Gallery, and I worry that this has made me a lamely trendy and overly commercialistic poseur.

I'm really really excited about tomorrow night's festivities, so hopefully I am not setting myself up for overstressin' and let downs, but that is not really my style; usually when I am set upon a good time, very little can get in the way of that.

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