31 December 2001 ~ Passages...

Last day of the year. Weird. Didn't seem like this year went very slowly, until I remember where I was at the beginning of it...

This year opened with me arguing with Peter. By now, if I've learned nothing else in my entire life, I've learned that it's absolutely futile to argue with Peter, and also really, really stupid. What a difference a year makes.

This year opened to find my arguing with Norman. If I've learned nothing else -- other than the futility of arguing with Peter -- it's that there's no reason to argue with Norman.

Indeed, much has happened. I turned twenty-one, got a mono, got over mono, had a couple of interesting little love affairs (none of which are specifically outlined in this journal; another thing I've learned not to do...), went through no fewer than FIVE jobs, got yelled at a lot by The Man, went swimming in roughly five natural bodies of water, mostly au naturel, fell passionately in love with Seattle and everything around it, in it, and near it, and bitched a little bit about everything...

...And began work on my book... ...And re-organized my entire life, whereby I ditched everything and everyone who was of minimal importance.

This coming year will open with an apprehensive Helena moving to the other side of the continent, alone, to see what she can find there.

Things are looking up. But things are ALWAYS looking up.

I might mention here and now that I've moved all my furniture out of my apartment and into storage, including my desk. Thus, the keyboard is on my lap, and the mouse is sort of dangling off the side of my lap... And thus, this is NOT a particularly pleasant journalling experience. I'm going to keep this entry VERY short, because it's a serious bitch to type like this.

To any of you who may be bored and lonely tonight, come on down to Java Joe's this evening to bid me farewell; I'll be working from around five until nine, just for the hell of it. And hey; if you're brave, ask me for a Java Joe's Christmas Drink or a Parlor City Sunset, neither of which you'll ever have the pleasure of tasting again, at least not in the Northeast, as I'm taking my recipes offline and hoping that everybody else in town has forgotten them...

Also, be aware that I'll not be updating until at LEAST January 5th! Doesn't mean I'm not writing; just means I'll be on a bus. Doesn't mean I don't like you; just means paper will be my companion for about a week... If you're fiending for entertainment, go back and read the archives; I keep the really good stuff on February 14th...

In the meantime, wish me luck. Blessed be, and all that, and I'll talk to you again next year...

~Helena*