Am still in Toronto. It’s been a long time since I spent New Year’s Eve in this city. I’m not particularly looking forward to it. New Year’s it rarely much fun (with the exception of New Year’s Eve 2000, spent with Leslie. That was fun.) It’s so easy to overestimate how much fun you’re going to have. And when you’ve spent too much money, can’t get a cab, and just want to go home, it’s too easy to become annoyed and disappointed. Ah well. I’m still going out. I was talking to someone the other day and he told me he goes out almost every night of the week. He’s older than me. My life seems like it contains too much couch surfing by comparison. Must go out. Must.
The plan, at the moment, is to go to a party at King and Bathurst. Said plan may change. Am determined to have fun.
Not much else to report, really. Work is on hold until I’m back in Vancouver. I’m not making any resolutions. I’m perfect as is I’ll have you know.
Later 2006. It’s been swell.