Pynchon

Happy New Year! (Same as the Old Year? Ah... Well, there's the rub. Who the fuck knows?)

I have allowed today to go by in a haze of negativity and anger; lubricated somewhat by several bottles of San Miguel. It is a piss poor start to the year, with all the promises of trying to be a better person going out of the window straight away.

Never mind. I'll get out of the house tomorrow.

Happy New Year to everybody who cares. There are quite a lot of people who, I think, care about what happens to me.

Dinner to be cooked before the finale of "Torchwood" at 9:30pm. I'm gone.

Lorraine is OK, by the way. She has been tiptoeing around me all day. I will never ask her for sex ever again. It's the one resolution I have made. We are going out tomorrow to visit her Aunt in Golders Green. I will behave myself.

I will catch up with everybody this week. I'm gone.