What am I going to do tonight? I have to do something, but I don’t really know what. I don’t have any plans…
[Jarrett makes a phone call]
I just invited myself over to Shawn’s. Maybe we can play cards and pretend we’re grown-ups or something. Either way, spending New’s Year’s Eve with lang syne friends is a pretty good way to mark the passage of time.
Last year at this time I was having supper with Laura in Bucharest. That was probably the best New Year’s ever. We hit two clubs, met up with friends, and danced ‘till 4am. The echos of fireworks exploding, bounced off the walls of every building. In three hours it will be 2010 over there.
This year’s event will be quieter methinks and that suits me just fine. I’m not really in a mood for partying. I’m not in the mood for much of anything really. I put Jazzy on a plane a couple of hours ago, and I just finished catching up with Chantel. The whole rest of the day is a big question mark to me. I’m not even in a mood for reflecting. However, if a nice distraction came along, I wouldn’t complain.
I am a malleable lump of lethargic potential. Perhaps curling up with a book for a few hours would fit the bill. I’ll let you know.