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January 23, 1998

Warning: The following is a lot of mumble-jumble. Not for the weak at heart and the sane.

I've tried to think of something to write that would reflect the new year. One week went by without the words..and then another...and another, and before I knew it, it was one month and people were asking me when I was going to update the darn thing.

I still don't have the words. But at this rate, Geocities would suddenly turn an angry eye on me and wipe out the tower. I can't have that, now, can I?

It doesn't feel like the new year. Not like it's supposed to. For some reason, the new year lacked the "new"ness of things. Even the trials of having to remind oneself to write 98 instead of 97 doesn't seem to give that feeling. Just another change to take in one's stride.

Simply put--1997 worn me out. It has worn a lot of us out, especially in that last leg. Personally, I greeted 1998 with a weak wave: Hi...Zzzzz. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to seem gloomy about the new year. Actually, I'm not at all, but I've lost the zest I used to feel..or at least some kind of adrenaline rush. Right now, I'm just moving along with the crowd, wondering if they, too, are thinking that they're just moving along with everyone else.

So, to 1998.. supposedly the year of the Tiger (I think), I apologize. Just because you didn't get a big bash of a welcome, doesn't mean you have to count that as a black mark, right? ...Right?

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