I, like so many,
apparently, have found no
moment of clarity to speak of, have no
resolutions (other than to
do what I have to do to get by), and have been a little
under the weather.
The last portion of this is probably due to the fact that I passed out for two hours in the backyard of my friend's house on New Year's with a bottle in my hand and a cigarette in my mouth in 25 degree weather (sigh).
Moment of clarity? What's that? I don't know if they exist for ludicrously cynical, sexually hyperactive, alcoholic 20-year old art students. I'm not holding my breath.
Resolutions? I've gotten to the point where I'm not resolved enough to do anything to put a promise into words, even one to myself. I accept my confusion with open and awaiting arms... for now.