2002, Apparently

Tuesday. I woke up late enough that breakfast became an abstract concept, found one earring beside the bed and the other one downstairs, drank an unreasonable amount of water and discovered that being in a relationship continues across calendar years without requiring renewal paperwork. Yuri called around one. Hikari called twenty minutes later and sounded disgustingly awake. Erick is alive, according to Hikari, although there is presently no independent evidence. I eventually turned on the blue Mac and found messages from people in three different cities, including Edo in Lecco, who apparently celebrated the arrival of 2002 by deciding I urgently needed more hardcore. He sent me a list before asking how my New Year’s Eve was. This is why we have remained friends. The old site is still here, the counter is still ridiculous and I am still seventeen. Everybody talks about New Year as though midnight installs a new operating system. It doesn’t. You wake up with yesterday’s personality and worse hair.

Remember me, Eclipse.