Tuesday, Jan. 1, 2:40 a.m.


I made all my resolutions 
& I hope I can keep `em. I'd like to 
say I probly can't but I must take 
the advice of the little engine that 
could I think I can I think I can I 
know I can I know I can. I have to say 
that until there isn't any doubt in my 
mind left to rip away. The tiniest weakest 
bit of doubt can slowly but surely rip 
away even the strongest foundations. 
(But some people have such nice thick 
heads that no doubt can penetrate; thus, 
they never change.) How's that for a 
revelation, huh? I refound my list of 29 
reasons to quite smoking. It'd be a good 
idea to write them 100 times each. But 
that'd be boring, no?


I can see myself upside down in the knobs 
of my dresser. I wonder: is that the way I 
really am?