it's 1:30 am, on January 01, 2002 - fast away the old year passes, again.

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I remember this from last year, and that's what I wanted to say; I remember this from last year.

Also: happy new year. Yeah.

there's a clumsy giraffe, that hit his head on the sky.

Merry christmas, baby. Man. dude. over a year since I started this.

[Edit: Not nearly so inebrieated as before; therefore, let's say some more.]

There's a thing that Bobby does. It's stupid, and it's nothing he wants to admit to, but every four months or so he gets really drunk and calls up Pete.

Pete always says the same thing: "go the fuck to bed."

There's something in that, Bobby thinks, sipping his dark red wine and staring blearily out the window, but he doesn't want to think about it because it doesn't help at all.

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