2002? Last anagram year we'll have for quite a while.

[glasseye]

I originally had planned a nice nostalgic entry for this first day of 2002, however, it was a rather painful thing to write, oddly. This year has actually been pretty good, if low key (for me anyway). Compared to the horrors of last year, or the one before, I'm doing great. Scars are healing, surface and internal ones. This year I have been more stable, frightfully so. Sometimes I feel a need to be manic again, to do something mildly insane, or at least feel it. But my "automatic defences", as I call them, prevent that sort of thing, and I sigh and continue with life.

I truly despise the daily war against drudgery, bordom, routine. Work sometimes seems to be an enemy there, perhaps that's because I still don't know what I want to do. Constriction...

Or perhaps I'm just being overly dramatic.