, like so many, apparent
ly, 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.