01 jan 02
i’m tired, sick. it’s 1:19am, and i’ll be going to sleep soon. i haven’t thought about the “new year.” in fact, New Year’s means little to me. maybe it has a lot of significance because it’s nice and P.C., and it won’t offend anyone. well, to me, that just means it pretty much lacks meaning.
yeah, so 2002, here i come. or something.
two
the worst, man. the worst.
Illinois got walloped by LSU in the Sugar Bowl. there are few valleys lower than the feeling of getting beat in the Big Game. and that’s about all i have to say.