2002 was alternately a complete piece of shit year and possibly one of my better years. It bears a very strong resemblance to 1996. Both held for me personal disasters. Both also gave me powerful, rejuvenating experiences that helped shape me.

Here's hoping 2003 does not mimic 1997. For those not around then, '97 was the year I mentally deteriorated, loathed my jobs (yes, plural) with unnatural vigor, and was generally addled with struggle, depression, and drugs.

To work against this end, I've made resolutions!

  1. Run a total of 365 miles, one for each day.
  2. Write a total of 365 pages, one for each day.
  3. Be a generally good person.


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