first PhD rejection letter, from Boston College.

and i thought i had a pretty good chance there.

boo.

countin' flowers on the wall
that don't bother me at all
playin' solitaire alone
with a deck of 51
smokin' cigarettes and watchin' captain kangaroo
now don't tell me i've nothing to do

failure occurs. more frequently when i least need/expect it. i should have known better and conducted accordingly. some things never change... and i hope to God i don't stay in this stagnation.

my new years' resolutions never seem to work out right. this year, my resolution was not to date any pretty girls.

i don't have things all that bad.

i don't sleep too well these days. but when i do, i have dreams.

and i think in sentences, not in paragraphs.

felíz año

хорошые новые города

back from driving 1800 miles, and writing 12 pages of a paper while not driving. christmas is fun.

got back a little bit ago from midnight mass, which ruled. i still haven't wrapped my families' presents yet, so i need to stay up and get that done. and i'm tired :-(

oh well... the best of christmases to you and yours.

seeing old friends is good. way good.