Today I got up and went to buy a prepaid phone card, 'cause I wanted to call a guy, and he lives just far enough away to be long distance.

It was about 7pm when I got up, and about 8 by the time I called, though I didn't expect him to be around on a night like tonight, tonight being New Year's Eve. (And, of course, he wasn't around.)

Me, I had to work.


Midnight comes around, and there aren't any cakes coming down the line, so I stop and write a "Happy New Year, 2002" on the box I had just packed. (Does anyone else have the urge to pronounce "2002" as "toot"?)

It's now officially Y2M, and the turn of the millennium is finally done, even for the pedantic, and the world has not come to an end! --well, if it's not yet 2002 in the Julian calendar, I guess the millennarians may still have thrust.

Over the intercom, instead of people calling mechanics to various machines, were dozens of people sending out New Year's wishes. All of us, poor saps, working hard in the Antharian granola mines instead of watching the ball drop. I wanted to get on the intercom and yell:

Workers of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chains!

--but I thought better of it, because, who knows, what if they did?

My New Year's Resolutions:

Happy New Year, Y'all!