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I just sneezed four times in a row. Reason? Unknown. But today is a great day. It must be. It is. A new beginning. Some people think New Year's Day is THE DAY FOR CHANGE: self-confession, self-examination, self-reform, clean slate, and all that but New Year's Resolutions are really just To Do's that need to be completed in preparation for Valentine's Day. Funny how much of our life is spent trying to get some. It's pathetic and intellectually inexcusable. But it's reality. Deal.

V-Day looms large, casting its long pink shadow over many a soured expectation. Still-singles everywhere, recovering from last night's full-scale assault on the opposite sex, prepare themselves for the dreaded 14th with soothing mantras: 1) True love can't be scheduled; 2) I would be miserable if I was still with ***** (insert ex's name here) today; 3) It's not even a real holiday.

Wow, I'm almost convinced myself. If only I hadn't struck out so hard last night! Damn. I crack myself up. I love this.

It was overcast all day. It sprinkled a bit, just a mist, felt good on my face. I thought the weather was perfect. My friend thought I was crazy.

I bought a new car last Friday. Who's lonely?