happy new year.
same old fireworks. nothing new. maybe some genius ought to invent a firework that would produce a crab nebula of some sort after it rockets and explodes up in the sky.
it is good to be complete, that is, to be with the whole family on new year’s day — on new year’s eve. nothing makes me happier than to be with my wife and three daughters.
i don’t make new year’s resolutions, but this year, probably, i will. i will lose weight this year. i need to lose weight — 20-30 pounds. i hope that by the end of this year, i have lost weight.
what can i say about the past year? i try not to think about it so much. i get depressed… and elated… depressed… and elated — like a pendulum.
i am a dog… only a dog — “and though only a dog, he has a human soul, and even a very sensitive one, that makes him feel what people think of him,” (van gogh).