Happy New Year to all DMfM readers.

So here we go again. Another new year.

As I walked drunkenly home from a quiet New Year's Eve party at the house I used to own in Wash Park, I contemplated the start of a new year, and the passing of an old one.

2003 was a turbulent year, with many changes, for the world, for the US, and for all of us. With luck the US is coming (albeit slowly) out of recession, and the economy is improving.

Walking down that frosty street, at two in the morning, my heart was filled with hope, and my veins with fat tire beer and whisky.

There are trials and tribulations no doubt still ahead for all of us, but right then I felt like sticking my chin out, and saying, "Come on life... give it your best shot. I dare you, no I double-dog dare you.." It was good to feel defiant for the first time in a long time.

Good luck to you all in 2004.

Update
The exertions of the night didn't hit me the straight away, but instead waited a day, and hit me today. I went to bed at 1 or 2am or so, and woke up at just before 4pm! This from a man who normally has 4-5 hours sleep! Luckily I had a day off work, but what a waste of a day :(