another new year, full o' promise
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Halifax, 2004.01.01
This is two new year's days in a row that I've come through without a hangover. I may finally be learning.
My girlfriend, unfortunately, is nowhere near as mobile today. My favorite moment of the year - so far - was when I poured her into the elevator at Charlie's place and the two women who'd ridden up from the parking level took one look at my girlfriend and suddenly said, "Oh, I haven't checked my mail" and "Oh, I haven't checked my mail, either." They both then bolted while my girlfriend and I snickered at them.