Is it 2003 yet? So far in the eleven days it has been 2002, I've broken up with my girlfriend, hit a deer, had my car broken into, lost my CDs, and my CD player, gotten bills for things I don't have, gotten phone calls from people wanting money I don't owe them, I've been shot down by two different girls, passively and actively, its so loud in this apartment with the dryer and the dishwasher, I can't sleep anymore, I was up until 7:30am last night, 6am the night before, my stomach hurts usually, I lost my necklace, broke my sunglasses, bent my ring to hell, my rollerblades are broke, my milk has gone rotten, and I only drank half of it, it's 3:45 and I haven't taken a shower yet, because I have no place to be, Booker T is back in the WWF and now so is Diamond Dallas Page, now I have a bag covering my passenger window so my whole right side is a blind spot, there's glass all over the inside of my car, I think something just broke in my dishwasher, I feel alone, not with my friends, but I lack a connection, crap all my U2 CD's were in that case, insurance won't cover it, and there were 72 in that case, that's over a thousand dollars worth at $15 a piece, just gone, I can't think of anything else to put into my screenplay, I have total writers block, it was going so well, I'm running low on money, and finding a new job has gotten tough, and these movies are overdue.

Happy flippin new year.