A Heartbreaking Entry of Staggering Genius

So this is my first stab at a public journal. It's very strange to feel compelled to publicly share my thoughts with total strangers, but there is a certain amusement that comes with it too. So sit back, hold tight, and enjoy the ride!

A sober New Year's Eve: This may be my first/last entry before the end of 2004 so I wanted to address the incredible injustice of being forced into maintaining my sobriety when everyone else around me will be merry-making. Should I show this bun-in-the-oven who's boss now with a stiff scotch and soda before he thinks he has the upper hand? Who is the parent in this relationship, for God's sake? Will this be the beginning of the eventually end of all my autonomy? Oh well, at least I will be the one to capture those all-so-embarrassing shots of those around me with 3 sheets to the wind. "3 sheets to the wind:" where did that phrase come from anyway? Aha, love the internet (http://www.bartleby.com/59/4/threesheetst.html).