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Wednesday, January 1, 2003

A date that looks rather strange on the front page of the newspaper this morning, even though it shouldn't stand out as we've been faced with "2002" for a year now, but "2003" simply looks odd. Well, it is odd. It's also a prime number.

A relaxing evening spent in with M, my hand on the impossible length of his torso, his head on my chest while we watched cartoons and played NFL 2002 on the Playstation. It snowed overnight and when we woke up, it blanketed our cars and our minds alike as we groggily greeted the new year. Fortunately, I make some damn good coffee.

And then there's that tug as everyone checks in -- my parents, my little bro, the friends I haven't spoken to in weeks -- the distance seeming so apparent, like miles and miles of snow-covered valleys. There's a need to prepare, to patch up communication blips before hanging new calendars. I wish I could be everywhere at once.

This year, I resolve to:

• focus on quality, not quantity
• eliminate fear
• eliminate debt
• live better
• write another book
• read five books a month
• eat vegetables every day
• compliment more
• call my mom
• get more comfortable in my own skin