Sunday, December 31, 2006

Happy New Year

Troubled sleep. Dreams of life, love, and death. I think the final images of the day had mingled with the memory, and turned my dreams sour. Of course I smile, now, showered and clean, but I carry a concern. Determined to have a good time of it, but so...occupied.

My 2007 diary rests, awaiting the first words of another year. I am quite downtrodden, pessimistic, lonely, and fearful.