Out my bedroom window, it looks like someone grabbed an infinite amount of down pillows and started ripping them open and dumping them out over Queens. Twenty minutes ago, it was pathetic little dandruff flakes that weren’t sticking to a thing and now suddenly it’s eddies upon eddies of down feathers hurtling to the ground. It feels like a present.
We ventured out for breakfast this morning and I barely made it back, I’m so about to be incredibly sick with the Destructo-Cold of December 05 that all of my friends have been passing around like a drug. I had to just almost weepingly call off our long-standing New Year’s Eve plans at Jeb and Neela’s and I feel really crappy about it but feeling crappy in general won over any chin-up-old-chap attitude I was feebly trying to sport. I’m sick and I get sick about once a year. Apparently my karmic levels weren’t so good, I had to go get sick on New Year’s Eve. Blockbuster and takeout for me.
But I’ve got a beautiful bowlful of white tulips on our coffee table, to ring in 2006 with freshness, and white flaky snow outside to give my tired stuffy face something to look at. Goodbye, 2005. You were cool, let’s stay in touch.

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