chuckgelman

I watched Barfly last night. That is one helluva movie. It's sort of hard not to feel attached to Mickey Rourke. I also could have sworn last night that my place was haunted. I kept hearing creepy shit everywhere I went. But I made it through the night, so I won't let the accusations fly just yet. And if I had a friendly ghost, well that would be pretty swell I think.
Anyways, it's the thirty-first, and while I was never a huge New Years kinda guy, I'll plan on going with the flow and taking part in whatever debauchery may present itself. So I'll speak to you in the new year, and I hope it's a good one for everybody here.
On a sidenote, 2004 has been fucking weird. It's not so much to say that it was either good or bad, because it certainly had spots of both, but it is definitely safe to say that the last time I felt really stable about anything was sometime during the winter of 2003. So on that note, here's to 2005!