I got a job at Starbucks. My car is fixed. New art. New music. New ideals. New convictions. New me (sort of). ...among other things... This year is definately going to be different -- I know it.
It's 4:30 in the morning and I'm watching "Platoon". For some reason, I feel as though I won't be dreaming about happy things when I finally get around to falling asleep again.